Page 128 of The ARC Unit: Breach

“Comfortable interviewing her?”

“Yes.”

He turned back to Raven. “Set the meeting.”

Raven checked the message again. “0200. Small café west of Strasbourg. She wants somewhere public.”

Wolf glanced at the clock. “Drive?”

“A little over two hours,” Raven said.

“Fine.”

“You’re going?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Wolf closed the folder he had been working from. “Because Moreau is scared enough to refuse an electronic transfer, and somebody already went looking for the same records we want. I’m not sending you alone.”

There was not much to argue with in that, which was inconvenient.

“What about everyone else?”

“They stay here.”

He nodded toward the screens where Raven was still working through Varga’s phone records.

“We don’t know if Strasbourg gives us anything yet. I’m not pulling the team away from the leads we already have for one interview.”

I could not argue with that either.

Wolf picked up the thin Strasbourg folder Raven had started building. “You have twenty minutes.”

“I’m already dressed.”

His attention moved over me briefly, taking in the black jeans fitted close through my hips, the white button-down tucked loosely at the waist, and the boots I had pulled on without much thought before coming downstairs. My hair was down in its usual waves instead of tied back for once, falling over my shoulders and making the whole look feel softer than anything I had worn around the compound lately.

His eyes returned to my face without comment.

“Then you have nineteen.”

I grabbed my notebook. “You’re very generous.”

“Mercer.”

I stopped.

He held the folder out to me. “Read what we have before we leave. You’re asking the questions.”

I took it from him.

“All of them?”

“You’re the analyst. She handled the records. Figure out what you want from her.”

When I first arrived, Wolf would have handed me a report and expected me to work around whatever decision he had already made, but now he was giving me the whole interview.