strapless bra with some lace in a pretty color. Even panties to match.
Purely for herself, she thought, and then chuckled slightly. They certainly wouldn’t be for Tristan. He flirted, but she knew that was just a part of his makeup. She certainly couldn’t, and wouldn’t, take it seriously.
She glanced down the street, trying to decide the best place to buy intimates, when she saw a man lurking inside the doorway of a three-story walkup. Just as she peered at him closer, he leaned back against the wall, so she couldn’t see him clearly. She had just a vague image of his height and build. He was very similar to the man she’d seen in that pricey boutique. But it couldn’t be. Why would anyone be following her?
Clearly this date with Tristan is stressing you out way too much.
She glanced in the direction of the man one more time. He’d disappeared. Probably into the apartment building, where he probably lived. Mystery solved.
Georgia shook her head at her own crazy thoughts and then she refocused on her task: wrapping up her shopping with a visit to the salon.
“Did you locate Georgia Sullivan?” Eugene asked as soon as Gabriel entered his office.
“Yes, she is shopping,”
Eugene’s left eyebrow rose slightly, the only sign he found that news odd. Gabriel knew Georgia Sullivan’s routine. She rarely missed work and certainly wouldn’t miss it to do something like go on a shopping spree. Gabriel was sure Eugene knew that, too.
Eugene might seem far too calm and unconcerned, but that didn’t mean he was unaware.
In his eerie way, Eugene seemed to follow Gabriel’s unspoken train of thought.
“Well, we both know that isn’t Ms. Sullivan’s normal behavior.”
“No, it’s not,” Gabriel agreed.
“I’m sure the shopping spree is somehow related to McIntyre. And I imagine she will be in at some point today. I want you to find out what is going on.”
“And what if she doesn’t come in?” Gabriel asked.
“I don’t think we should be concerned about Ms. Sullivan’s absence. In fact, I’m sure she’ll be in later. You should be able to talk to her today.”
Gabriel nodded, although he still had real doubts about the wisdom of bringing in an average mortal to work as DIA’s primary mole. A mortal woman would be spying directly on the most dangerous of this rebellion, the one heading it up. That could backfire so horribly on the DIA. It could lead to dire consequences for Ms. Sullivan, too.
And then there was the very real worry that Georgia Sullivan would tell McIntyre everything. Even telling her that McIntyre was dangerous wouldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t tell him. And of course telling Ms. Sullivan she was employed by a demon was totally out of the question. Who would believe that? Gabriel sure as hell wouldn’t believe it if he hadn’t been fighting the damned creatures for years.
“Maybe we should just stick to our old methods. I could act as a mail room clerk and observe what McIntyre is doing.”
“And we know how well it went the last time we sent up a slayer to do recognizance,” Eugene pointed out.
It hadn’t gone well at all. In fact, the mission had led to one of his brethren having to assume a new identity and leave the country. But Gabriel was certain he could be more successful than Michael had been. Not that Michael wasn’t a great slayer. He’d just had a few checks against him, coming back into the DIA after being cursed by a demon and frozen into a statue since the late 70s. He didn’t have all the new protocol down. But Gabriel knew how the DIA worked. How demons worked, too.
“I feel strongly that Georgia Sullivan is the right person for this task,” Eugene said, although his strong feelings weren’t evident in his placid tone. “Check the fifteenth floor again this afternoon. I’m sure she will come in at some point.”
Gabriel wanted to argue further, but Eugene was as stubborn as he was stoic. So Gabriel simply nodded, but he noticed as he
Purely for herself, she thought, and then chuckled slightly. They certainly wouldn’t be for Tristan. He flirted, but she knew that was just a part of his makeup. She certainly couldn’t, and wouldn’t, take it seriously.
She glanced down the street, trying to decide the best place to buy intimates, when she saw a man lurking inside the doorway of a three-story walkup. Just as she peered at him closer, he leaned back against the wall, so she couldn’t see him clearly. She had just a vague image of his height and build. He was very similar to the man she’d seen in that pricey boutique. But it couldn’t be. Why would anyone be following her?
Clearly this date with Tristan is stressing you out way too much.
She glanced in the direction of the man one more time. He’d disappeared. Probably into the apartment building, where he probably lived. Mystery solved.
Georgia shook her head at her own crazy thoughts and then she refocused on her task: wrapping up her shopping with a visit to the salon.
“Did you locate Georgia Sullivan?” Eugene asked as soon as Gabriel entered his office.
“Yes, she is shopping,”
Eugene’s left eyebrow rose slightly, the only sign he found that news odd. Gabriel knew Georgia Sullivan’s routine. She rarely missed work and certainly wouldn’t miss it to do something like go on a shopping spree. Gabriel was sure Eugene knew that, too.
Eugene might seem far too calm and unconcerned, but that didn’t mean he was unaware.
In his eerie way, Eugene seemed to follow Gabriel’s unspoken train of thought.
“Well, we both know that isn’t Ms. Sullivan’s normal behavior.”
“No, it’s not,” Gabriel agreed.
“I’m sure the shopping spree is somehow related to McIntyre. And I imagine she will be in at some point today. I want you to find out what is going on.”
“And what if she doesn’t come in?” Gabriel asked.
“I don’t think we should be concerned about Ms. Sullivan’s absence. In fact, I’m sure she’ll be in later. You should be able to talk to her today.”
Gabriel nodded, although he still had real doubts about the wisdom of bringing in an average mortal to work as DIA’s primary mole. A mortal woman would be spying directly on the most dangerous of this rebellion, the one heading it up. That could backfire so horribly on the DIA. It could lead to dire consequences for Ms. Sullivan, too.
And then there was the very real worry that Georgia Sullivan would tell McIntyre everything. Even telling her that McIntyre was dangerous wouldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t tell him. And of course telling Ms. Sullivan she was employed by a demon was totally out of the question. Who would believe that? Gabriel sure as hell wouldn’t believe it if he hadn’t been fighting the damned creatures for years.
“Maybe we should just stick to our old methods. I could act as a mail room clerk and observe what McIntyre is doing.”
“And we know how well it went the last time we sent up a slayer to do recognizance,” Eugene pointed out.
It hadn’t gone well at all. In fact, the mission had led to one of his brethren having to assume a new identity and leave the country. But Gabriel was certain he could be more successful than Michael had been. Not that Michael wasn’t a great slayer. He’d just had a few checks against him, coming back into the DIA after being cursed by a demon and frozen into a statue since the late 70s. He didn’t have all the new protocol down. But Gabriel knew how the DIA worked. How demons worked, too.
“I feel strongly that Georgia Sullivan is the right person for this task,” Eugene said, although his strong feelings weren’t evident in his placid tone. “Check the fifteenth floor again this afternoon. I’m sure she will come in at some point.”
Gabriel wanted to argue further, but Eugene was as stubborn as he was stoic. So Gabriel simply nodded, but he noticed as he
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