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close eye on the area. “Does that mean Fielding isn’t dead?” she asked.
    “Sorry, but all I can say is that the agency has resumed an active investigation of the case.”
    She thanked Charlie for his help and said good-bye, but he quickly added, “Hey, when are you coming back to the program?”
    She winced. He had been her mentor in the FBI training program, and while he’d been supportive of her need to leave so she could take care of her father when he got sick, he never let her forget that time was ticking by. “Things are still up in the air right now, Charlie.”
    “Your dad’s doing better, though, right?”
    She wished she could say that everything was fine, and she’d be back at the FBI next month…but it wasn’t going to happen, and she’d known when she made this decision that it would probably be the end of her career as an agent.
    She thanked Charlie again and hung up as soon as she could, wondering if Steve Nolan knew about the development in his father’s case, or if he even cared now, ten years after the scandal.
    It must have been horrible at the time. The family had lost everything. The company. Their ancestral home. Their money and social positon. The life they led now would still be considered privileged by normal people’s standards, but it wasn’t even close to the kind of life Nolan’s wife and family had been accustomed to when Robert was alive, although Nolan had been successfully making up for it on his own.
    He’d still gone to NYU on a football scholarship. In fact, somehow, amid a flurry of episodes involving too much drinking, too many parties, and a ton of women, he had managed to graduate at the top of his class a year earlier than all his classmates. He had become the media’s Cinderella story: a gorgeous guy from one of America’s oldest and richest families stuck in the ash and dust of his former life who’d clawed his way back to the top.
    “You’re seriously still here?” April looked up to find him staring down at her. His hair was ruffled and damp from a shower, and he hadn’t bothered to put the tie back on. It was almost impossible to process just how good he looked with one hand in his pocket and one shirt button undone. She resisted the urge to smooth her skirt over her thighs and pat her hair. Maybe a skirt hadn’t been the most practical decision, but her boss had assured her she wouldn’t need to chase anyone down today, and she should go for the inconspicuous look while she had to be with the CEO in his office for the day.
    He adjusted the briefcase in his other hand. “Did you sit there all day?” He sounded as if that would have been akin to torture.
    She bit her cheek to hold in her response. Patience was a learned attribute that didn’t come naturally for her, but the FBI training had been good for that.
    He didn’t wait for her to answer but turned to his secretary with another one of those smiles he seemed to share so freely with everyone, even though there was more strain in his eyes than there’d been earlier. “You shouldn’t be here either, Kathy. It’s after six.”
    April tucked her tablet into her bag and stood. Was six late for him? With his reputation for partying, she couldn’t see him being one of those who put in regular nine-to-five hours.
    The woman looked at her watch and tsked. “If you hadn’t come out of there just now, I would have stomped in and dragged you out. Revener can wait until Monday you know.”
    Was Revener a company? A product? That reminded April that she wanted to address his earlier remark about corporate sabotage. If she was going to investigate the threats against him properly, she would need access to the deals Optimus Inc. might be negotiating and get a list of their corporate competitors.
    “Get out of here, and I’ll see you next week,” he said.
    “Your mother called twice this afternoon,” Kathy said as she grabbed her purse.
    Nolan blinked and turned his back on April. In a lower voice,