The team was on the ground in less than three hours. Francis was greeted by Monica in the hanger, wearing a completely neutral, almost bored expression.
“Agent Kiev, I’ve read your report on Mrs. Stones’ activities in Detroit.” Monica said the city’s name with such disdain that it seemed like it caused her pain to say it. “I’m still unclear as to what your team and you are doing here.”
Francis said, “As I stated in my report, we have been tracking Mrs. Stone for the last three months. We have actually come as close as an hour from acquiring her.” Francis could read most people. He figured her cold façade was a mask she wore. She had a pot of gold placed just outside of her reach. She needed his team’s insight or Tammy would disappear into the day as she had so many times.
“Very well, agent Kiev. You can assist my team.” The emphasis was barely perceived when she said “my.” “Now gather your things. I have arranged transportation to our office here in Pittsburgh. The longer we wait, the colder the trail gets.”