Edge of the Heat 3
“He loved long drives. They were a great time to think. He let his mind wander. It knew what it needed to think about.
He was on his way out to see Norman Foster. It had been three days since Hawk and Vivian had taken off. The day after they had left, a Special Agent Donahue had come to Headquarters, alone, and asked to speak to Hawk. Craig’s guard had been up, but not too far up. At this point he had no idea if Donahue was a bad guy, or just following orders. So he was friendly. They spoke outside in the parking lot.
“He’s not here,” Craig had told him.
“When do you expect him back?” Donahue asked.
“Not sure.”
“Isn’t that his truck?”
“Yep. Maybe he’s driving our work truck.” Craig knew the work truck was in the hospital parking lot; he hoped Donahue didn’t know that.
“What’s he doing?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t usually tell me what he’s doing. Sometimes he doesn’t come in to headquarters for days. I just come in and do my job. If he wants me to do something he calls me.”
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