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the line. Are you available?”
    Ugh. “Put him through.”
    Her phone rang, and, with another reluctant sigh, she picked it up. “This is Agent Rose.”
    â€œAgent Rose,” Petrilli’s voice dripped amusement, insincere goodwill, and condescension. “I wanted to talk to you before the meeting this afternoon.”
    â€œUh-­huh.” She pulled up the files for paperwork Edwin was approving, double-­checking his work. If she caught the mistakes, she didn’t have to deal with the complaints later on.
    â€œI’m clearing Lawrence Dom to come over for the week.”
    She flagged a questionable tax rebate. “Dom? The medical examiner?”
    â€œThat’s right,” Petrilli said. “He was doing an assist up here on a car accident, but he’ll be free by noon. That’s soon enough, I hope.” He made it sound like twenty-­four hours after she needed an ME was a major favor.
    â€œI don’t need him at all. Thank you, though,” she said, keeping her frustration out of her voice. “Agent Edwin was able to locate another ME for me yesterday. I have him working the case.”
    â€œReally?” Petrilli didn’t sound convinced.
    â€œI think I know an ME with a badge when I meet one, Petrilli.” She flagged another file, circling the space Edwin had missed when checking the taxes.
    He chuckled. It was a classic Feo, trying to make a social gaffe a weak joke, so everyone forgot he’d put his foot in his mouth again. “I meant, I thought that everyone was busy this week. There was a conference, and of course that hailstorm down south. District 6 is the only district with multiple examiners. Who’d you get?”
    â€œAgent MacKenzie from Chicago. He had the clearance, and he was available.” There was a baffled silence from the other end of the line. Sam smirked.
    â€œYou flew an agent in from Chicago to handle this?”
    â€œActually, we requisitioned him from the conference in Orlando. Considering the weather at home is calling for a late-­season cold front, he was more than happy to extend his vacation.” She finished approving the last tax file and opened the complaints box. “Did you need anything else? I have work to get done.”
    â€œNo, no, of course not. I just wanted to let you know that District 6 is here to assist anytime you need. Ah, will this ME be coming to the meeting this afternoon?”
    Sam raised an eyebrow at the phone. Oh, right : She’d mentioned that another competent male was in the district. Petrilli wanted to meet his new rival. “It’s a meeting for senior district agents, unless I missed a memo. I know Chicago has a good reputation, but I don’t think we’re going to have the case wrapped by lunchtime. Give me at least twenty-­four hours.”
    Petrilli laughed again. “Sorry. It’s just my thing. I like to know who’s working in the region.”
    â€œMmm-­hmmm.” Petrilli’s “thing” was his ongoing campaign to win her over. To his credit, it wasn’t about sex. It was just that his ego couldn’t understand the possibility that someone might not like him.
    â€œDo you want to get together around eleven thirty for lunch? We can chat before the meeting, catch up, that sort of thing.”
    Sam silently shook her head. “Let me take a rain check on that. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row before I talk to Director Loren. Maybe another time. When I have less on my plate?”
    â€œSure thing. See you this afternoon.”
    â€œGood-­bye.” She hung up, dropping the phone like a venomous snake.
    Feo Petrilli wasn’t a bad man. He was a good agent—­her highest form of praise—­but he was too much like her ex-­boyfriend from Toronto. The same charismatic charm, the same dark good looks, the same arrogant unthinking nature that had made her fall in love with