Pete Lattimer stared out across the expansive warehouse from his perch on the balcony. It couldn’t be as big as it appeared—no way it was miles across like it looked—but still, there were shelves of artifacts, boxed and bagged, as far as the eye could see. He couldn’t wait to get down into the stacks and explore. He’d promised his new partner, Myka, he’d wait for her before diving into the backlog.
He took another swig of Leena’s coffee and thought back to his days as a regular Secret Service agent. If he was honest with himself, he’d had some rough times. But it had been the right choice for him. In the back of his mind, he’d always wondered what it would have been like to be CIA instead. He’d visited CIA headquarters in Langley once. The sculpture in front of the building gave him a good vibe when he’d walked past.
At the time, he briefly thought about trying his hand at cracking the code of the sculpture; but his brain didn’t work in cryptograms and puzzles. Pete solved things by intuition and feelings. He’d have to remember to ask Myka if she’d ever seen the sculpture—he suspected she’d be good at breaking that sort of thing.