Free Burnt Rubber: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC by Selena Black Page B

door. She moved across to the elevator and pressed the button on the wall. It was almost a minute before the doors opened, but there was no one inside and the elevator ascended to her floor without stopping on the way. She brought out her identity card from her pocket and used it to get through the security door.
     
    “Hey, Angela,” the pretty woman at the front desk said.
     
    She smiled as she walked up to it.
     
    “Mark me as in now. I should be here for the rest of the day.”
     
    “Sure thing,” the woman said and updated the list on the desk to show that Angela Dickinson was in the office.
     
    “Is SAC Collins in?”
     
    The woman checked the list and nodded her head.
     
    “He’s here,” she replied.
     
    “Any calls for me while I’ve been out?” Angela went on.
     
    “Just a moment,” the woman let out as she looked down at the notes in front of her. “Yeah, there was one, but the caller just said they would try again later.”
     
    “Who was it?” Angela asked.
     
    “They didn’t say now that I think about it,” the woman answered. “Called up and asked for you. When I told them you were out, they just said they would phone again sometime later. No name, no message and I didn’t get the chance to ask because they hung up.”
     
    “Was it a man or a woman?” Angela queried.
     
    “It was a man.”
     
    Angela just raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders as the pair of them looked at each other.
     
    “Strange, but I guess they’ll return the call if they want me,” she said.
     
    Her comment ended the conversation and she turned away from the desk to head towards her office. It took her past a small kitchen and she decided to get herself something to drink. She walked in to the sight of her immediate superior, Special Agent in Charge (SAC) Collins, pouring coffee from a pot into a cup.
     
    “How did you get on this morning?” he asked when he saw her.
     
    “I didn’t really get on at all, to be honest,” Angela replied as she moved across the room to him.
     
    “Was one of the Roadrunner gang involved?” Collins went on.
     
    “Supposedly,” she replied. “There was a knife next to the body of the murder victim with the prints of Andy ‘Six’ Carter all over it.”
     
    “That’s careless,” Collins commented.
     
    “And a little too convenient for my liking,” Angela replied. “I went to the crime scene to have a look, but there wasn’t much to see. The Forensic Examiner was there and he told me the victim got his neck slashed. There was plenty evidence of that staining the tarmac.”
     
    “Did you go to see the detective in charge?” Collins asked.
     
    “Straight after my visit to the crime scene,” she told him.
     
    “What are the cops doing?”
     
    “Taking the evidence at face value,” Angela told him. “They were assembling a team to take Carter down. Detective Allan seemed distinctly uninterested in why I was there and what I had to say.”
     
    “Well, it’s their ball to run with,” Collins said. “If they think they have it under control, I guess we make a note of what happened and move on. At least it will be one more Roadrunner taken down.”
     
    “If they get him,” Angela commented. “I guess we’ll find that out eventually. There wasn’t much else I could do, so I just returned here. I’ll write it up to file it and check up later on to see what the outcome was.”
     
    “OK,” Collins said. “Let me know what happens.”
     
    He picked up his black coffee and Angela watched as he walked to the door and disappeared out to the hallway. She reached up to grab a cup from the shelf above the counter and filled it from the pot. Her preference was for white coffee, so she moved to the fridge to get an open carton and poured some in her cup. She then left the kitchen and went to her office. Her gaze went out the window as she sipped at her coffee, but she eventually slid her legs under her desk and rolled her seat forward