Old Flame Chapter 1.1

“We know that, Blair.” Luca sounded annoyed. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Blair rolled her eyes and picked up her purse. Luca had been flirting with her ever since they’d been paired together and apparently, she hadn’t rebuffed him enough because he still wouldn’t leave her alone. She had a tiny camera along with her microphone and it snapped a photo of her surroundings every few minutes. It must have snapped a photo when she was looking in the mirror for him to know how she looked. “Thank you, Luca, now be quiet because I don’t want people to think that I am a mad woman talking to myself.”

Blair heard him chuckle as she opened the door and made her way down to the foyer of the hotel. All the wedding guests were convening on the corridor, waiting for the cue to go out to the seats on the beach. The gentle pull of the wind ruffled her hair as she looked around at the faces of the people decked out in their cool colors for the semi-formal event.

The event was expected to be filled with key players in the child trafficking ring that the Bureau was investigating. Based on intelligence that Blair gathered so far, the bride-to-be was more integral to their ring than the FBI thought. She was the one who went with her soon-to-be husband, Ian, to soften the parents who wish to give their children better lives, then the children disappeared and no one saw them again. Blair was so close to busting them and she just wanted them or even one of their criminal guests to slip up and give her the information she needed. All she had to do was to find out where the kids were being taken and her job would be done. They didn’t want to bust them without getting all the information.

“Hopefully a little booze will loosen their tongues,” she said under her breath. The clock ticked one as she gazed around at the organza decorations. She recognized some familiar faces from hanging out with Melody over the past few months and though she knew that they were involved in the trafficking, they needed concrete proof that could nail them in court. She itched to accept one of the offered glasses of champagne but she knew that she couldn’t. She had to remain sober while on the job.

“Blair, is that you?” Blair almost wet herself when she heard someone call her name and touched her on the shoulder.

Old Flame Chapter 1.0

Special Agent Blair Morgan secured her Glock firearm in the harness strapped to her leg and lowered her flowy lavender dress as she stood. “Do I really need a gun on each leg?” she said into the empty hotel room. Anyone who heard her talking would think that she was going mad, but little did they know…she was speaking to her colleagues through a tiny microphone in her brooch.

“Yes, Blair, you do.”

Blair rolled her eyes when her partner, Luca, replied to her silly question. She shouldn’t have asked because she knew the importance of being well armed, especially in a situation where help would take a few minutes to arrive. She hadn’t been able to secure any extra invitations so none of the other agents were able to attend the wedding. The bride, Melody’s, mother owned her own catering company so they weren’t even able to sneak in as caterers. She didn’t like being alone but she knew that if the worse happened, she could handle herself.

“Let’s just hope that it doesn’t happen,” she said.

Luca’s voice came back in her ear. “What was that?”

“Nothing, Luca,” she replied.

Blair stood before the full-length mirror by the door in her hotel room. She admired the finished look which she’d spent all morning trying to pull off on her own. Her long, honey-brown hair flowed in loose waves over her bare shoulders, barely touching the top of her off-the-shoulder dress. Gold studs glistened in her ears and accentuated the sparkle in her hazel eyes. Nude lipstick kissed her heart-shaped lips and she folded her lips once more to get it evenly distributed.

To say that Blair wasn’t much of a dress girl was an understatement. She absolutely hated all the frills and having to act like a lady…oohing and ahhing and all that. She’d been a tomboy since the day she was conceived. Her mother’s fractured rib while pregnant was a testament to that. She was so not looking forward to the pompous atmosphere of a wedding but duty called and she had work to do.

“All set?” Luca asked.

“All set, Luca,” she replied. “Make sure you guys are listening to my cues. These people are known criminals and I have to be careful of what I am saying.”