Free Hidden Secrets (Garrett Investigation Book 1) by Claire Plaisted

she caused him. In control once more, “My apologies,” he clipped, “it won’t happen again.
    “I’m going to retire Mal. I’m exhausted after today’s excitement. I’ll see you in the morning, sleep well,” with that she turned, exiting the room.
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    “Fletcher, the boss wants to see you,” Ana said walking past his workstation.
    “Thanks Ana,” gathering his folder, wondering why.
    Fletcher’s a brilliant agent, devious and non-script.  His corn-coloured hair; pale blue eyes, let him blend into most backgrounds.  He excelled in disguises; meaning he could play all types of roles, his average height and slight build a blessing.  Entering the Boss’s domain, he sat in the seat indicated.
    “Morning Fletch, sit down, you settling in all right?” said Malachy coolly noticing Fletcher’s reaction at his shortened name.
    “Good thanks. I’ve nearly finished all the research for the project you gave me, just having a few computer glitches this morning.”
    “I’ll get someone to look at it, never much wrong with computers these days.”
    “True, it’s great having such excellent hardware.”
    “I need you to either finish your report today or over the weekend.  Next week, you go on assignment.  It’s time to see how you work in the field.”
    “Oh great, I was wondering when I’d get out,” he smiled. “What’s the assignment?”
    “Well, I won’t throw you completely undercover just yet,” he smiled.  “Word has leaked out about a new virus which kills within minutes.  I’ve little information on it.  We don’t want it to get into the wrong hands.  Your assignment is to find out who leaked the info, as well as who’s collecting the knowledge.
    “What sort of virus?” he asked shocked.
    “Putting it bluntly Fletch, in the wrong hands, it could be deadly, especially since experimentation is still ongoing.  Keep this under wraps Fletcher.  Be cautious, this gets into the wrong hands; you could end up dead,” he said in a careful tone.
    “Does this virus have a name?  Who are my contacts where will I be researching?”
    “Here’s a list of contacts. You’ll be working at Haven Pharmaceutical as a security adviser.  The security boss and CEO know you’re one of my agents; the rest of security won’t, so you could say your half undercover,” Malachy grinned.
    “I’ll have the other reports to you on Friday sir.  I’ll report to Haven Pharmaceutical on Monday morning, seven, I presume?”
    “Yes, you got it in one.  Oh, don’t forget to get your IDs from Hilton before you leave on Friday.  I have him working on them.”
    “Yes sir, I’ll make sure to do that.”
    “Any questions, don’t hesitate to get in touch.  Remember, you’re expected to report in every twenty-four hours as well.”
    “Thanks for this opportunity sir.”
    “Well, get you gone back to work Fletch, good luck.”
    Fletcher walked out of the office, a smile on his face, ‘ at last, something he could sink his teeth into ,’ he thought.  Strolling to his desk, he found it amusing to think he’d be able to double-cross them with this, they wouldn’t have a clue.  Keeping his face carefully blank, he sat continuing with his report.
     
    Malachy was happy; he knew they’d got Fletcher hook, line and sinker.  It would be a few days before they knew if he’d taken the bait.  Tiredly he sat back wondering how this man made it through testing without any hiccups.  Whoever he was working for, were damn good at getting under the radar.
    Shoving back from his chair, he exited his office, needing some fresh air. Garrett Towers had balconies mostly on the lower levels where the sun caught in the late afternoon.  Mal enjoyed the breeze on his face, ruffling his hair, making the red hints sparkle.  Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply the city below smelt different from up here. On the way back to his office, he dropped into see Conrad and Gina.
    “How’s it going?