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the natural stone fireplace which dominated the far corner. There was a wooden mantel, decorated with pine boughs, candles, and figurines of Santa Claus. Standing majestically alongside was the most beautiful Christmas tree Sara had ever seen. She absolutely loved Christmas, and decorating the tree was one of her favorite activities. Most years she couldn’t even wait until after Thanksgiving, but rather started putting up her tree and other decorations around mid November. Her sister had given her a hard time when they still lived together, but had also been more than willing to join in and get started on celebrating the season.
The tree had been decorated with ornaments which appeared to have all been handmade. Pinecones had been turned into whimsical creatures, while glass balls glittered in the twinkling lights of the tree. A beautiful plaid tree skirt completed the look.
Sensing Trent right behind her, she stepped into the room and was assailed by the smell of cinnamon and pine. Breathing cautiously, she closed her eyes for a moment and just enjoyed before heading toward the couches arranged in front of the massive fireplace.
After making sure she was seated comfortably, Trent took the chair opposite hers and sat on the edge of it, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t quite sure how to deliver his news, and finally decided just to say it straight out and then deal with any aftermath there might be.
“So that was your friend from the FBI on the phone, just now?” Sara asked.
Trent nodded. “It was. He checked into the names David Patterson and Trevor Ward. Nothing concrete came up on David Patterson. His background information doesn’t seem to go back very far. His name’s only been on their radar for a little over five years.”
“What do you mean when you say ‘on their radar’ for only five years? He turns 35 next month,” Sara commented.
“What my friend told me was that David Patterson seems to have been a do-gooder up until about five years ago. Not even a traffic ticket. Then, all of a sudden his name starts showing up in conversations and in information deep-cover personnel provided.” Trent watched Sara as he delivered this news, liking the confusion he witnessed crossing her face. His friends at the FBI had cautioned him about sharing too much information with her, just in case she was more involved than she was letting on.
Unable to sit still any longer, Sara carefully pushed herself off of the overstuffed couch and approached the fireplace, pacing back and forth while she tried to make sense of what was going on.
Trent watched her silently, giving her plenty of time to assimilate what he had already told her before delivering the rest of his news. “Sara, when did you first meet David Patterson?”
Sara stopped her pacing and turned to face Trent. “Well, I worked for him for almost a year before I ever personally met him. I worked for a small import business that wasn’t doing very well. When the owner decided to retire, David’s company bought him out and combined us with his larger company. He kept the three of us on staff and gave us all nice raises, but we were told he was traveling out of the country and his assistant took care of all of the details.” Now that she thought about it, that whole time had been confusing and she had often wondered how one purchased a company and hired employees they had never met or seen.
“So, David purchased the company you worked for without even seeing it?” Trent knew he was pumping her for information, but she didn’t seem hesitant to provide it, and his friends at the FBI could use all the intel he could come up with.
Sara shook her head, “No, everything was done via telecom and courier service.”
“But you met his assistant?”
“Yes, several times. His name was Jacob Heath.” Sara tried to keep the sadness from creeping into her voice as
The tree had been decorated with ornaments which appeared to have all been handmade. Pinecones had been turned into whimsical creatures, while glass balls glittered in the twinkling lights of the tree. A beautiful plaid tree skirt completed the look.
Sensing Trent right behind her, she stepped into the room and was assailed by the smell of cinnamon and pine. Breathing cautiously, she closed her eyes for a moment and just enjoyed before heading toward the couches arranged in front of the massive fireplace.
After making sure she was seated comfortably, Trent took the chair opposite hers and sat on the edge of it, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t quite sure how to deliver his news, and finally decided just to say it straight out and then deal with any aftermath there might be.
“So that was your friend from the FBI on the phone, just now?” Sara asked.
Trent nodded. “It was. He checked into the names David Patterson and Trevor Ward. Nothing concrete came up on David Patterson. His background information doesn’t seem to go back very far. His name’s only been on their radar for a little over five years.”
“What do you mean when you say ‘on their radar’ for only five years? He turns 35 next month,” Sara commented.
“What my friend told me was that David Patterson seems to have been a do-gooder up until about five years ago. Not even a traffic ticket. Then, all of a sudden his name starts showing up in conversations and in information deep-cover personnel provided.” Trent watched Sara as he delivered this news, liking the confusion he witnessed crossing her face. His friends at the FBI had cautioned him about sharing too much information with her, just in case she was more involved than she was letting on.
Unable to sit still any longer, Sara carefully pushed herself off of the overstuffed couch and approached the fireplace, pacing back and forth while she tried to make sense of what was going on.
Trent watched her silently, giving her plenty of time to assimilate what he had already told her before delivering the rest of his news. “Sara, when did you first meet David Patterson?”
Sara stopped her pacing and turned to face Trent. “Well, I worked for him for almost a year before I ever personally met him. I worked for a small import business that wasn’t doing very well. When the owner decided to retire, David’s company bought him out and combined us with his larger company. He kept the three of us on staff and gave us all nice raises, but we were told he was traveling out of the country and his assistant took care of all of the details.” Now that she thought about it, that whole time had been confusing and she had often wondered how one purchased a company and hired employees they had never met or seen.
“So, David purchased the company you worked for without even seeing it?” Trent knew he was pumping her for information, but she didn’t seem hesitant to provide it, and his friends at the FBI could use all the intel he could come up with.
Sara shook her head, “No, everything was done via telecom and courier service.”
“But you met his assistant?”
“Yes, several times. His name was Jacob Heath.” Sara tried to keep the sadness from creeping into her voice as
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