Free Flawless by Heather Graham

need,” Dr. Miro said.
    â€œThank you. I’ll be back as soon as—” She broke off. She’d been about to say as soon as possible . She restructured her reply. “As soon as I’ve done everything I can possibly do to help.”
    But what that was, she really didn’t know.
    Dr. Fuller shooed her out of the office to where her “man in black” was waiting in reception. Jake, the receptionist, wasn’t so much as looking at the agent. He was making every effort to look busy. The agent just stood there with his expression impassive and his hands folded behind his back.
    He escorted her out, and she saw that his car was double-parked; apparently, for him, that was legal.
    He opened the door for her and she stepped in. He was polite without showing the least emotion; she felt as if she had stepped into a movie about alien pod people.
    The drive was silent, which made it feel even longer than she’d known it would be.
    When they finally arrived, she discovered that no matter who you were, you went through the security screening. As she stood in line she realized that a lot of very normal people worked in the building. Three women in line in front of her were holding their Starbucks cups and chatting as they waited to go through the metal detector; behind her, two men were arguing over the virtues of an iPhone versus an Android phone.
    Once through security, she was whisked up an elevator. The doors slid open, and she exited directly into a clean and sparse reception area where a young woman, who had apparently been waiting for her, greeted her then led her down a hall to a small office with a table that held a computer and several sheets of photos.
    â€œI’m Millie,” the young woman told her, shuddering slightly. “Sounds ancient, doesn’t it? Short for Millicent. I don’t know what my parents were thinking. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? A soda or a bottle of water?”
    â€œI’m fine, thanks,” Kieran murmured.
    Just then Craig Frasier stepped through the still-open door and said, “Morning, Millie. I’d love some coffee. Miss Finnegan, won’t you join me?”
    â€œI’ll be right back,” Millie said cheerfully.
    â€œThank you,” Kieran said, as the other woman left.
    Agent Frasier was wearing a suit very much like the one her escort had worn, though he had left off the sunglasses—inside, at least. She was struck again by the man’s rugged good looks and masculine appeal. She had seen several men down in the lobby who were tall, honed like steel and handsome. She was starting to think that it was an agency requirement. Or perhaps the job just called for people in good enough shape to jump over fences and coordinated enough to run through a traffic jam.
    Agent Frasier smiled at her. “Thank you for coming in,” he said.
    Did I have a choice? she wondered.
    â€œOf course,” she said. “My employers understand my need to be here—they are frequently called in to work with law enforcement. They do psychological profiling, decide whether a defendant is fit to stand trial, that sort of thing.”
    â€œYes, I know,” he told her, but he didn’t elaborate on how he knew. She wondered if he’d worked with either of her bosses or if he’d run a background check on her.
    â€œThere are three pictures in front of you,” he told her, all business. “I’d like you to look at them.”
    She nodded, sat down and glanced at the photos. They were of the thieves, and they were dressed completely in black—right down to their ski masks.
    She looked over at him. “They’re in ski masks.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œOkay. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. You’ve already caught the thieves who took me hostage.”
    He smiled. “Lift that top sheet. There are four mug shots underneath. Those are pictures of the men we caught last night, minus