Cheating Justice (The Justice Team) Read Online Free
Author: Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano
popped onto her screen. This might take a while.
Twenty minutes later, she’d found a whole lot of nothing regarding Tommy’s current cases. Nothing, as in, oddly nothing. Even when cases had been closed, the agents still had access to the files for future reference. In this instance, it was as if everything pertaining to his current assignment had been wiped away. Or hidden.
But there was one more place she could try. She clicked over to the drive and repeated her search.
Bingo. Four files. She clicked on the first one. Access denied . Interesting. Second file. Access denied.
“I see a trend here,” she whispered.
The bleep-bleep of her desk phone gave her a start and she laughed at herself. Idiot. She scooped up the phone. “Caroline Foster.”
“Yeah, Caroline. Good morning. It’s Neil from IT. I got a ping on a file you were trying to open.”
What now? “Hi, Neil. I’m looking for something and accidentally clicked on those files.”
Twice. She winced. Terrible excuse.
“Okay, well, you don’t have access to those files. They’re classified. You need to speak to Special Agent Donaldson about that.”
Ha. Now that was funny. Somehow, no matter how much she tried to avoid the man, Donaldson always wound up in her orbit. After that fiasco with Mitch, she was damned lucky to still manage getting bumped to a higher pay grade. Although, that was probably more the Assistant Director’s doing than anything else. Despite her young age for FBI management standards, Jeff Klausner knew she was smart, could dig up leads like any twenty-year veteran, and more importantly, could blow open a case.
Donaldson? She didn’t trust him. Although she knew there had been times he’d been backed into a corner with certain cases when he’d been forced to make unpopular decisions, she worried that all he cared about was his career track and his budget. As a relief supervisor, she could empathize. Everyone in management had to make cuts in the budget on a regular basis and reassign agents when necessary to other field offices. And as an agent at times putting her life on the line, she’d always felt he had her back. It was just in the office, surrounded by politics and cutthroat executives, she didn’t trust him.
“Will do, Neil. Thanks for letting me know.”
She dropped the phone into its cradle and laid her head on the desk sending her ponytail swinging. Damned Monroe. Twenty minutes into this covert operation and she’d almost blown it. The man was the worst kind of distraction. Trouble followed him like a horny teenaged girl…
“Foster!”
… or a pissed off FBI Special Agent in Charge.
She closed the window on her computer and shoved back from her desk, rolling into the aisle.
Bearing down on her was Donaldson in one of his ugly brown suits. The suit wasn’t the worst of it. He had that pinched look on his face. The one where he scrunched his nose right before he tore into whomever stood in his way.
She popped out of her chair and shoved it back into her cubicle. “Sir?”
He stormed past her and she tugged on her suit jacket. His office assistant, Mary, hustled after him, files in her arms. Mary shot Caroline a you screwed up look. “My office. Now,” he shouted.
As much as she didn’t always trust him, Donaldson knew how to be scary and that awarded him a sort of twisted respect Caroline had given up trying to understand.
She trailed behind Mary, the little ducks following along, until they reached his office and Mary set the files on the edge of his desk. “I’ll cancel those appointments for you, sir. Anything else?”
“Get me some coffee.”
Nice guy.
Mary glanced at Caroline. “Would you like some too?”
Valium for me, thanks. “No, thank you.”
Caroline waited for Mary to exit and faced Donaldson already seated and shuffling through notes. Had he even looked at her yet? She didn’t think so. Why should he? She was simply a subordinate. And clearly, he wasn’t happy with
Twenty minutes later, she’d found a whole lot of nothing regarding Tommy’s current cases. Nothing, as in, oddly nothing. Even when cases had been closed, the agents still had access to the files for future reference. In this instance, it was as if everything pertaining to his current assignment had been wiped away. Or hidden.
But there was one more place she could try. She clicked over to the drive and repeated her search.
Bingo. Four files. She clicked on the first one. Access denied . Interesting. Second file. Access denied.
“I see a trend here,” she whispered.
The bleep-bleep of her desk phone gave her a start and she laughed at herself. Idiot. She scooped up the phone. “Caroline Foster.”
“Yeah, Caroline. Good morning. It’s Neil from IT. I got a ping on a file you were trying to open.”
What now? “Hi, Neil. I’m looking for something and accidentally clicked on those files.”
Twice. She winced. Terrible excuse.
“Okay, well, you don’t have access to those files. They’re classified. You need to speak to Special Agent Donaldson about that.”
Ha. Now that was funny. Somehow, no matter how much she tried to avoid the man, Donaldson always wound up in her orbit. After that fiasco with Mitch, she was damned lucky to still manage getting bumped to a higher pay grade. Although, that was probably more the Assistant Director’s doing than anything else. Despite her young age for FBI management standards, Jeff Klausner knew she was smart, could dig up leads like any twenty-year veteran, and more importantly, could blow open a case.
Donaldson? She didn’t trust him. Although she knew there had been times he’d been backed into a corner with certain cases when he’d been forced to make unpopular decisions, she worried that all he cared about was his career track and his budget. As a relief supervisor, she could empathize. Everyone in management had to make cuts in the budget on a regular basis and reassign agents when necessary to other field offices. And as an agent at times putting her life on the line, she’d always felt he had her back. It was just in the office, surrounded by politics and cutthroat executives, she didn’t trust him.
“Will do, Neil. Thanks for letting me know.”
She dropped the phone into its cradle and laid her head on the desk sending her ponytail swinging. Damned Monroe. Twenty minutes into this covert operation and she’d almost blown it. The man was the worst kind of distraction. Trouble followed him like a horny teenaged girl…
“Foster!”
… or a pissed off FBI Special Agent in Charge.
She closed the window on her computer and shoved back from her desk, rolling into the aisle.
Bearing down on her was Donaldson in one of his ugly brown suits. The suit wasn’t the worst of it. He had that pinched look on his face. The one where he scrunched his nose right before he tore into whomever stood in his way.
She popped out of her chair and shoved it back into her cubicle. “Sir?”
He stormed past her and she tugged on her suit jacket. His office assistant, Mary, hustled after him, files in her arms. Mary shot Caroline a you screwed up look. “My office. Now,” he shouted.
As much as she didn’t always trust him, Donaldson knew how to be scary and that awarded him a sort of twisted respect Caroline had given up trying to understand.
She trailed behind Mary, the little ducks following along, until they reached his office and Mary set the files on the edge of his desk. “I’ll cancel those appointments for you, sir. Anything else?”
“Get me some coffee.”
Nice guy.
Mary glanced at Caroline. “Would you like some too?”
Valium for me, thanks. “No, thank you.”
Caroline waited for Mary to exit and faced Donaldson already seated and shuffling through notes. Had he even looked at her yet? She didn’t think so. Why should he? She was simply a subordinate. And clearly, he wasn’t happy with
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