Free My Spy: Last Spy Standing by Dana Marton Page A

business and walk away from her. As soon as possible.

Chapter Six
    She’d planned on going out and finding Ronny Brown to ask him about the suspicious roll of twenties Josh had seen him receiving, but by the time Bree dropped off Katie at work and got to the office the morning after Jamie’s surprise visit to her house, she had a visitor waiting. The CIA had sent an agent in response to her call about the fake twenties.
    He was a full head taller than she, clean shaven, blond hair cropped, black suit crisp. He carried a black leather briefcase and wore the exact kind of CIA sunglasses actors wore on TV. He had a strong jaw, straight nose, good build.
    Hot, Lena mouthed from behind him, grinning. Looked like she wouldn’t have been against a full-body search if the opportunity presented itself. Not that she was a lecher or anything, or someone who flitted from guy to guy. She just had a cheerful personality and a zest for life, and she noticed and appreciated pretty things and hot guys and whatever else made life good to live. She fostered rescue puppies and went skydiving on the weekends. Working with her was fun, because she was fun, and because she was also an extremely competent officer.
    Sexy, she mouthed next with a wink.
    Not as sexy as Jamie Cassidy, Bree thought. Not that she was here to check out men. Or that she was interested in either of them. But she wasn’t blind. Especially to Jamie, whose dark gaze had managed to haunt her dreams all night, damn him.
    The visitor nodded at her. “Deputy Sheriff.”
    “You must be Agent Herrera.” She shoved Jamie out of her mind and returned the agent’s smile as she showed him into her office. Since he was already holding a disposable cup he’d probably picked up at a drive-through, she didn’t offer him coffee. “Why don’t you take a seat?”
    She turned on her computer, then unlocked her top drawer and extracted the three evidence bags that held the three twenty-dollar bills she’d seized so far. “I have time and date, and the circumstances of how and where the bills were obtained, including names and contact information.”
    “I appreciate it. It’s always good to work with competent people.” The agent held one of the bags up to the light and examined the banknote.
    “Can you tell anything just by looking at it?”
    “Just that it’s pretty good quality. We’ll have to run some tests. Could be leftover from an old batch we’ve already seized.”
    She thought about Ronny Brown, the clue Josh had given her. What had Josh seen in that kitchen? Somebody handing over a roll of bills. Ronny hadn’t been caught with any fake money, and most vendors in town were checking. She’d put the word out right after the first case.
    More likely than not, the money Ronny had received had to do with drugs. That was his usual speed. She would check him out before she said anything to Agent Herrera and look like a small-town rookie, too eager to jump the gun. The agent wouldn’t appreciate having his time wasted.
    And she didn’t need to look like a fool just before sheriff elections. Not that she was running. Being sheriff took more time than she could give. First and foremost, she wanted to be there for Katie. But the new sheriff would be her boss, and she didn’t want his first impression to be that she was an imbecile.
    “You find a lot of counterfeit money?” she asked the man.
    “Not that much. But when we do, we take it seriously. Out of every ten thousand dollars in circulation, about three are fake.”
    He glanced through the window of her office at Lena, who caught the look and smiled at him. The agent’s gaze lingered.
    Well, what do you know? “Will you be staying?”
    “For the rest of the week.” He laid his briefcase on his knees, opened it then carefully placed the three evidence bags on top of some papers before looking across the desk. “If I need a place to interview people?”
    “Feel free to use our facilities.” Lena could show him