Chapter Seven
Jane
stopped by the kitchen for a snack on the way to her room. As she entered the room quietly, she noticed
Agent Rook, sitting alone at the small
table. She held her cell phone loosely
in one hand, staring blankly at the black screen. Jane stopped, feeling like an intruder. Obviously something personal was troubling
the agent.
A large
tear landed on the table, and Jane turned away.
This was none of her business.
Best to leave now and give the woman some privacy.
Despite
her efforts to forget the scene, though, Jane couldn’t get it out of her
head. For the rest of the day she felt
disturbed, noticing a gravity among the agents that was out of the ordinary.
Seeing
Agent Knight walking down the hall, Jane hurried after him. “Agent Knight!” Despite their recent differences, she was the
most comfortable asking him what the matter was.
He turned
and Jane saw that his face was a little more serious than it usually was.
“Did
something happen to Agent Rook?”
“Why do
you ask?” He replied as if surprised.
Jane
peered at him closely. “Am I not
supposed to know? Because I can tell
something is wrong.”
He
sighed. She was not fooled. “Agent Rook’s father has just passed
away. She is trying to get a couple of
days off for the funeral, but so far, she hasn’t been successful. Some of us are offering to take her duties,
hopefully that will get her some vacation.”
Jane felt
tears threaten. “If it’s ok, will you
tell her I’m sorry?”
“I
will. She’ll appreciate it.” Agent Knight said kindly.
“Thanks. If…” Jane hesitated. “If there’s anything I can do, let me
know.” She hoped Agent Knight wouldn’t
take this as a polite nothing. She
really meant it.
He nodded
quickly, and Jane knew he didn’t believe her.
“If she can’t get off I want to know, will you tell me?”
As Agent
Knight hesitated, Jane continued. “Maybe Daddy could talk to her supervisor, or
something.”
“That
would probably just get her in trouble, Jane.”
Agent Knight hated to discourage her, but it was better to tell her the
truth.
Jane
frowned. “Is your supervisor that
mean?” She asked, a little put out.
He
couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips. She had no idea. If she ever met Black she would
understand. Agent Knight imagined her
awkwardness in front of his stern superior.
Jane
flushed hotly, but stuck to her point.
“You tell me if Agent Rook can’t get off.” She ordered.
Agent
Knight almost bristled under the commanding way she said it, but Jane didn’t care. He shouldn’t have laughed at her. She turned and walked away.
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