“Vin’s gonna freak.”
“Pardon me?” Ezra glanced distracted at Buck, not quite able
to stop staring.
“The Fib,” Wilmington started.
“Shh…” Ezra cut him off with uncharacteristic rudeness.
“Here he comes.”
They watched as Tanner entered the office and stopped short
in front of the visiting agent currently discussing a case with Josiah.
The Fib glanced in Tanner’s direction and did a double-take.
Eyes widened as they sized each other up, comparing jeans and long hair to the
regulation cut and suit.
The Suit moved first managing to extend his hand in greeting
and barely rasped his name. “Martin Fitzgerald.”
End.
