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Authors: Mike Wells
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meant it.
“You inspired me, honey,” Luna said modestly, holding out her hands palms-down so Elaine could see her manicure.
“French? Very stylish, Luna.”
“I don’t know if it’s worth thirty bucks.”
“It is.”
Luna smiled. “You know I had to throw everything I had at you to see if you could take it.”
“I know,” Elaine said, wiping away a tear. “I’m glad you did.”
Luna appraised her evenly. “It’s only gonna get tougher, girl. This is only the beginning.” She glanced around and lowered her voice so no one else could hear. “I’m not talking about only toughies you might have to face on the outside. I’m talking about on the inside, too. The Service is a damn competitive organization. You’ll end up working for at least one first-class asshole, maybe more. You’ll have to survive on a lot more than your looks and charm.”
Elaine nodded. “I understand.”
“Good.” Luna’s face relaxed into a smile. “Anyway, baby-doll, congratulations!” She gave Elaine another warm hug. “I’m so damn proud of you I could pop!”
CHAPTER 1.9
On the Monday when Elaine arrived in Great Falls, Montana the temperature was a nose-numbing five below zero. The city, with a population of only 60,000, was flat as a pancake. There was no skyline. The tallest building, where the new Secret Service office was located, was the U.S. Bank “Tower” —a staggering seven stories high.
When Elaine had received the notification letter informing her that she was assigned to the Secret Service field office in Great Falls, Montana, she tried to keep her chin up. She had known she would be sent to the least desirable location in the country, that it was standard practice for all new Special Agents.
Shivering as she locked her beat-up Toyota, she told herself she could stand living in Great Falls for a year or two, and to make the best of it. Look at the bright side, she thought. It’s a small town. People will be a lot friendlier than in Pittsburgh.
“You can’t park your fuckin’ car there, lady.”
Elaine turned around—there was a blubbery man shoveling snow off the sidewalk, a cigar jutting from his mouth. “What’s the matter with you, can’t you read?” he said, pointing at the NO PARKING sign.
Well, she thought, ‘ most’ people were probably more friendly than in Pittsburgh. She moved her car down one space.
For her first day at work, she had bought a new navy blue business suit and had her hair styled. When the dumpy receptionist ushered Elaine into the office of the SAIC—the Special Agent In Charge—the man slowly rose from his desk, staring at her.
“Ms. Brogan?” he said. His eyes moving down to her legs, her shoes, then back up to her face.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, shaking his hand.
“I didn’t know you were...” The receptionist was standing there, watching him ogle Elaine. He glanced at her, his face red. “Thank you, Susan. That will be all.”
Susan left, giving him a dirty look.
The SAIC’s name was Bill Saunders. He began making nervous small talk, telling Elaine about the new-fangled office, which had only been established in Great Falls a year ago. He was about 35 years old, had a pot belly, was nearly bald, and what little hair he had left was speckled with dandruff. Elaine noticed that he was wearing a wedding band, which she thought was a good thing—the excitement she sensed in him had raised alarm bells in her mind.
He outlined her responsibilities, and mentioned that there would be a lot more training on “corporate stuff,” such as Ethics, Diversity, and Interpersonal Awareness.
Near the end of the meeting, Elaine asked, “Will there be time for me to work on some of my own cases?”
“Your ‘own’ cases? How do you mean?”
Elaine shrugged. “Cases that originate from my own leads, maybe cases in other states.”
“Trying to get out of Great Falls already?” he said, smiling.
“No, I just—”
“I don’t
“You inspired me, honey,” Luna said modestly, holding out her hands palms-down so Elaine could see her manicure.
“French? Very stylish, Luna.”
“I don’t know if it’s worth thirty bucks.”
“It is.”
Luna smiled. “You know I had to throw everything I had at you to see if you could take it.”
“I know,” Elaine said, wiping away a tear. “I’m glad you did.”
Luna appraised her evenly. “It’s only gonna get tougher, girl. This is only the beginning.” She glanced around and lowered her voice so no one else could hear. “I’m not talking about only toughies you might have to face on the outside. I’m talking about on the inside, too. The Service is a damn competitive organization. You’ll end up working for at least one first-class asshole, maybe more. You’ll have to survive on a lot more than your looks and charm.”
Elaine nodded. “I understand.”
“Good.” Luna’s face relaxed into a smile. “Anyway, baby-doll, congratulations!” She gave Elaine another warm hug. “I’m so damn proud of you I could pop!”
CHAPTER 1.9
On the Monday when Elaine arrived in Great Falls, Montana the temperature was a nose-numbing five below zero. The city, with a population of only 60,000, was flat as a pancake. There was no skyline. The tallest building, where the new Secret Service office was located, was the U.S. Bank “Tower” —a staggering seven stories high.
When Elaine had received the notification letter informing her that she was assigned to the Secret Service field office in Great Falls, Montana, she tried to keep her chin up. She had known she would be sent to the least desirable location in the country, that it was standard practice for all new Special Agents.
Shivering as she locked her beat-up Toyota, she told herself she could stand living in Great Falls for a year or two, and to make the best of it. Look at the bright side, she thought. It’s a small town. People will be a lot friendlier than in Pittsburgh.
“You can’t park your fuckin’ car there, lady.”
Elaine turned around—there was a blubbery man shoveling snow off the sidewalk, a cigar jutting from his mouth. “What’s the matter with you, can’t you read?” he said, pointing at the NO PARKING sign.
Well, she thought, ‘ most’ people were probably more friendly than in Pittsburgh. She moved her car down one space.
For her first day at work, she had bought a new navy blue business suit and had her hair styled. When the dumpy receptionist ushered Elaine into the office of the SAIC—the Special Agent In Charge—the man slowly rose from his desk, staring at her.
“Ms. Brogan?” he said. His eyes moving down to her legs, her shoes, then back up to her face.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, shaking his hand.
“I didn’t know you were...” The receptionist was standing there, watching him ogle Elaine. He glanced at her, his face red. “Thank you, Susan. That will be all.”
Susan left, giving him a dirty look.
The SAIC’s name was Bill Saunders. He began making nervous small talk, telling Elaine about the new-fangled office, which had only been established in Great Falls a year ago. He was about 35 years old, had a pot belly, was nearly bald, and what little hair he had left was speckled with dandruff. Elaine noticed that he was wearing a wedding band, which she thought was a good thing—the excitement she sensed in him had raised alarm bells in her mind.
He outlined her responsibilities, and mentioned that there would be a lot more training on “corporate stuff,” such as Ethics, Diversity, and Interpersonal Awareness.
Near the end of the meeting, Elaine asked, “Will there be time for me to work on some of my own cases?”
“Your ‘own’ cases? How do you mean?”
Elaine shrugged. “Cases that originate from my own leads, maybe cases in other states.”
“Trying to get out of Great Falls already?” he said, smiling.
“No, I just—”
“I don’t
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