Who the hell could that be at this hour? She grumbled to herself. Surely Gerard would not have forgotten his key. She padded in bare feet to the big oak door letting the coolness of the ceramic tiles chill her feet. The bell chimed a third time.
“I’m coming!” She yelled with alot of attitude in her voice. If it was one of Gerard’s reality show producers coming to kiss his ass some more, she was going to blow her top!
Danny swung the big oak door open and was startled by the sight. Two men stood in the doorway, one in a dark blue suit that looked like he had gotten it off the rack at some bargain bin. He was kind of pudgy and average height. His Hispanic features made him look like any number of men that lived in the area, but he also looked like he was right out of high school. The second man was totally different and exotic. He stood at the doorway, one large arm on the doorjamb, looking extremely casual. He was a mountain she noticed. He has to be at least 6’4, she thought to herself.
“I’m Agent Aiden Stone ma’am, and this is Agent Alejandro Ramirez. I believe we spoke the other night.”
I didn’t know mountains could talk. Danny mused to herself, “And I believe I told you I wasn’t available, Agent Stone.”
Stone had the gall to look amused. “And I believe I told you that I needed your help before you hung up on me.”
“You’re an agent you say?” Danny retorted, never letting the door handle go. “I can believe Agent Ramirez is an agent, but you Agent Stone, really? Jeans and a polo shirt? I was unaware of the new dress code policy at the bureau. OK boys out with the shields.”
Danny was not one to mess around; she was a civilian now and for all intents and purposes was practically free of the Bureau. Whatever they wanted from her, they were not going to get it.
Alejandro fumbled with his wallet in his back pocket trying to look more experienced than he was. It was clear he was a rookie. Agent Stone stood straight, and all 6’4 of him made her realize how small she now felt. His skin tone was the color of a deep Hawaiian tan and he had a very island feel about him. She could almost smell the coconuts and ocean breeze about him. He stood before her looking very smug and confident. This irritated Danny as she watched him reach into the front pocket of his impossibly tight jeans, lifting his polo shirt slightly to show a little of his tight abs. She found herself staring a little and turned her head away feeling some heat on her cheeks. Both men now had their badges in front of her and she pretended to inspect them.
“Are you happy now?” Aiden asked, his tone sarcastic.
Danny folded her arms across her chest. “OK, fine, what do you guys want?” she inquired, growing more irritated by the moment.
“Can we come in?” Aiden asked. “As I said over the phone I need help on a cold case. We need to talk to you about it, just to pick your brain.”
Figuring that the only way to get rid of the two G men would be to let them in and hear their story, Danny decided to let them in only for a few minutes. It would be kind of awkward explaining to Gerard why the Feds were standing on their doorstep.
Danny led the way to the great room with the big round chrome wall clock that now chimed 9:15 pm. Not wanting to keep them there any longer than she had to, she purposely failed to offer them anything to drink. Agent Ramirez was looking around the big room and was just grateful to be out of the heat.