Putnum walked directly to him. “There you are, Sanderson. We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do. I—”
“Pack your bags, Gene. You and Cassie are going with Tommy’s team.”
“What . . . Where?”
“I’m not sure yet, but I need a team ready to move on a moment’s notice. Things are moving quickly right now. We sent teams after Kingston earlier today because of a couple of leads that popped up.”
“Summers and his team?”
Putnum ignored the FBI agent. “We’re hoping for some information in the near future about where our Tina Ramsey impersonator may have gone, and we thought you might want to volunteer for the FBI slot on the team.”
A sly smile crossed Sanderson’s face. “That billet should go to a field agent with a lower rank than I have.”
“True,” replied Putnum, remaining serious, “but you were the first FBI agent that came to mind when the topic came up with your boss. It’s personal with this one, Gene, and if you want the slot, it’s yours. Cassie jumped at the chance to go along. How do you feel about it?”
“I’m in,” Sanderson said, not giving the topic further thought.
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