Friday, May 30, 2008

Journey to the Dark Side by Marty Rayne

Jared fingered the leather leash. It was stiff and unyielding. The scent of leather assaulted his nose, drowning the musty smell of the office. At the end of the leash was a matching black collar that would be fastened around his neck.

"Surely there is another way, ma'am." He looked at his superior over the many files stacked on her desk. They smothered the lone picture of her family. Special Agent Sawyer was in her forties and well respected in the FBI. Behind her, on the wall, were several plaques expressing appreciation for the work she'd done. Admiration well earned.

She gave him her steely, serious look. "You will work with Detective Street on this and do exactly as she says."

"Did you see the things she sent over? Do you realize what she's got planned?" He held up the leash and collar before remembering the blinds on the window were opened. These were the last things he wanted his fellow agents to see him with.

Sawyer's brow raised and her lips twitched ever so slightly. The look made him grind his teeth. After working under her command for the last two years, Jared realized that the look was her way of showing amusement. He didn't like to be found amusing.

"We are not the primary unit on this case, Agent Keller. As a favor, we are helping with man power. Until this case is over, Detective Street is the OIC. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jared forced out.

"Good. Now, meet her behind this establishment in an hour. She'll fill you in on the case." Sawyer shuffled through the papers in front of her. Finding what she sought, she handed him a card with an address on it.

Jared stood, put the leash back into the bag, then started for the door.

"Agent..." she said, getting his attention once more, stopping him in the doorway. "You don't have to like this assignment, but you are one of my best. You'll do anything to get the bad guy." She paused and made eye contact with him. "Don't disappoint me."

Jared gave her a slight nod, then exited the office. He would get this killer. He didn't like how he had to do it, but he'd get the job done.