for him. He had wanted her address, which was information he couldn't provide. However, Warren wasn't letting the matter go. "I can't do that," Casey said, his lips tightening in frustration.
"Yes, you can," Drake all but snapped. "You can make an exception and tell me what I want to know."
Casey raised his eyebrows. "But why should I do that, Warren? If I remember correctly, the last time you and Ms. Green were together in my office, you were all but eating nails at the thought of going on mat assignment with her. What changed?"
Drake scowled. "Nothing changed. There's just some unfinished business between us."
Casey nodded. He then slowly stood, his voice tight. "Well, that's unfortunate because there is nothing I can tell you. Victoria Green made a point of requesting that we not tell anyone of her whereabouts. I reminded her that that was Agency policy anyway and she went on to let me know she expected that policy to be followed. I distinctively got the impression that she wants to put her job with the CIA behind her and start a new life. After giving this agency five years of hard work and dedicated service, I think she deserves that and I would hope you would feel the same way."
Casey released a ragged breath before continuing. "I don't know what unfinished business you feel is between you, but evidently she doesn't feel the same way, otherwise you would know where she is. So my advice to you, Warren, is to move on with your life. If you still want that thirty-day leave, then I suggest you take it. We can discuss future assignments when you get back."
Drake glared at him, not liking the way Casey was so easily dismissing him. Fine, if he couldn't get Tori's address from him then he'd use other means to get it.
Without saying another word, he turned and walked out of Casey's office.
"You have a phone call, sir."
Solomon Cross glanced up from the papers he'd been reading and took the phone that Miguel was handing to him.
"Yes?"
"Cross, this is Red Hunter."
Cross smiled. Red Hunter was the code name for one of the CIA agents he had on staff, a rather nice way of saying "in his pocket." "Yes, Red Hunter, and to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"I found out some information that might interest you about Drake Warren."
Cross leaned back in his chair. "What about Warren? Is he dying again?" he asked in an embittered chuckle. The man had been near death eight months ago and had somehow miraculously survived. If Cross was a religious man he would begin to think that someone up there really gave a damn about Warren.
"No, he isn't dying but he might have a love interest."
That definitely got Cross's attention. "A love interest or a bedmate?"
"I'd say a love interest since word is out that he's obsessed in finding her. It seems he's been asking around about her, trying to find out where she's gone." The Red Hunter then relayed the information that he'd heard earlier that day.
"Interesting," Cross said moments later, dragging out the word as he rubbed his chin. "It's very unusual for Warren to show more than a passing interest in a woman." Then moments later he said, "I want her."
"Excuse me?"
The very thought that Red Hunter acted like he didn't understand him irritated the hell out of Cross. "I said that I want her. Find her before he does and bring her to me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone. The Red Hunter asked, "Why?"
Rage built up inside of Cross. "Don't ever question my orders. Just do it!" He then slammed the phone down.
Moments later he stood and walked over to the window. At any other time the sight of the ocean would calm whatever raged inside of him but not today.
There was a woman in Drake Warren's life?
Cross wanted to laugh. So he did. After nearly five years the man had finally found a woman to make him forget Sandy Carroll. If that was true, then unfortunately her fate was definitely sealed. He sighed deeply. The Red Hunter would follow his order and deliver Victoria
"Yes, you can," Drake all but snapped. "You can make an exception and tell me what I want to know."
Casey raised his eyebrows. "But why should I do that, Warren? If I remember correctly, the last time you and Ms. Green were together in my office, you were all but eating nails at the thought of going on mat assignment with her. What changed?"
Drake scowled. "Nothing changed. There's just some unfinished business between us."
Casey nodded. He then slowly stood, his voice tight. "Well, that's unfortunate because there is nothing I can tell you. Victoria Green made a point of requesting that we not tell anyone of her whereabouts. I reminded her that that was Agency policy anyway and she went on to let me know she expected that policy to be followed. I distinctively got the impression that she wants to put her job with the CIA behind her and start a new life. After giving this agency five years of hard work and dedicated service, I think she deserves that and I would hope you would feel the same way."
Casey released a ragged breath before continuing. "I don't know what unfinished business you feel is between you, but evidently she doesn't feel the same way, otherwise you would know where she is. So my advice to you, Warren, is to move on with your life. If you still want that thirty-day leave, then I suggest you take it. We can discuss future assignments when you get back."
Drake glared at him, not liking the way Casey was so easily dismissing him. Fine, if he couldn't get Tori's address from him then he'd use other means to get it.
Without saying another word, he turned and walked out of Casey's office.
"You have a phone call, sir."
Solomon Cross glanced up from the papers he'd been reading and took the phone that Miguel was handing to him.
"Yes?"
"Cross, this is Red Hunter."
Cross smiled. Red Hunter was the code name for one of the CIA agents he had on staff, a rather nice way of saying "in his pocket." "Yes, Red Hunter, and to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"I found out some information that might interest you about Drake Warren."
Cross leaned back in his chair. "What about Warren? Is he dying again?" he asked in an embittered chuckle. The man had been near death eight months ago and had somehow miraculously survived. If Cross was a religious man he would begin to think that someone up there really gave a damn about Warren.
"No, he isn't dying but he might have a love interest."
That definitely got Cross's attention. "A love interest or a bedmate?"
"I'd say a love interest since word is out that he's obsessed in finding her. It seems he's been asking around about her, trying to find out where she's gone." The Red Hunter then relayed the information that he'd heard earlier that day.
"Interesting," Cross said moments later, dragging out the word as he rubbed his chin. "It's very unusual for Warren to show more than a passing interest in a woman." Then moments later he said, "I want her."
"Excuse me?"
The very thought that Red Hunter acted like he didn't understand him irritated the hell out of Cross. "I said that I want her. Find her before he does and bring her to me."
There was silence on the other end of the phone. The Red Hunter asked, "Why?"
Rage built up inside of Cross. "Don't ever question my orders. Just do it!" He then slammed the phone down.
Moments later he stood and walked over to the window. At any other time the sight of the ocean would calm whatever raged inside of him but not today.
There was a woman in Drake Warren's life?
Cross wanted to laugh. So he did. After nearly five years the man had finally found a woman to make him forget Sandy Carroll. If that was true, then unfortunately her fate was definitely sealed. He sighed deeply. The Red Hunter would follow his order and deliver Victoria
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