She arrived at his office and was quickly ushered in, the muscle having grown accustomed to seeing her around. Bagger greeted her with a hug that she allowed to drift down lower than it should have. His hand reached her bottom, gently squeezing before she removed it. Still, she’d let him go a little farther each time, which she knew was all he really required right now. Smiling, he stepped back and said, “What can I do for my magic money genie this morning?”
She frowned. “Bad news. I’ve been recalled to my field HQ, Jerry.”
“What? What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I’m being reassigned.”
“To where?” He looked at her face and said, “I know, you can’t tell me.”
She held up the section of the newspaper she’d brought with her. “This might give you a hint.”
He took the paper and glanced at the article she was pointing to. It detailed the breaking story of a government corruption scandal involving a foreign contractor in Russia.
Bagger looked up at her, stunned. “You go from casinos to dirty contractors in Moscow?”
She took the paper back. “Not just any foreign contractor.”
“You know them?”
“All I can say is it’s in the best interests of the United States that this case never gets to court. That’s where I come in.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“Hard to say. And after Russia it’ll be someplace else.” She rubbed at her temple. “You got some Advil?”
He opened a drawer of his desk and handed her a bottle. She swallowed three with a glass of water he poured for her.
He sat down. “You don’t look very good.”
She perched on the edge of his desk and said wearily, “Jerry, I’ve been to so many places in the last year I’ve lost count. If I used a real passport, I’d have gone through about twenty of them. It just gets to you sometimes. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“Why don’t you get out, then?” he urged.
She laughed bitterly. “Get out? And what, screw my pension? I’ve put in too many years. Even civil servants have to eat.”
“Come and work for me, then. I’ll pay you more in one year than you’d make in twenty with those clowns.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. I like you. You’re good.”
“You like the fact that I just made you over a million and a half bucks.”
“Okay, I won’t deny that. But I’ve got to know you. And I like what I see, Pam.”
“My name’s not even Pam. That’s how well you really know me.”
“That just adds to the fun. Think about it, willya?”
She hesitated and then said, “I
He stood and put an arm around her shoulders. “Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. Any man would be lucky as hell to have you.”
She patted his arm. “You haven’t seen me in the morning before I’ve had my coffee and put on my face.”
“Oh, baby, just say the word and we’ll find out.” His hand fell to her lower back and stayed, gently rubbing. He reached over and hit a button on his desk console, and the automatic window blinds lowered.
“What’s that for?” she asked, her eyebrows hiked.
“I like my privacy.” His hand moved lower.
Her phone buzzed, right on cue. She looked down at the number. “Oh, hell.” She rose and moved away from him, staring at the screen.
“Who is it?” Bagger asked.
“My section chief. His number comes up all zeros.” She composed herself and answered the phone. “Yes, sir?”
She said nothing else for several minutes and then clicked off. “Son of a bitch, that asshole!” she yelled.
“What is it, baby?”
She paced in a tight circle and then stopped, obviously still seething. “My esteemed section chief has seen fit to change my field orders. Instead of a trip to Russia, I’m being reassigned to—get this—Portland, Oregon.”
“Oregon. They need spies in Oregon?”
“It’s the graveyard, Jerry. It’s where you get sent in my agency if people upstairs don’t like you.”
“How do you go from Russia to Oregon on the same morning?”
“The Russian gig came from my field supervisor. Oregon from my section chief, that’s the next level up. His assignment takes priority.”
