Chapter 18 - A Gift From The Wingback Chair
Maya unlocked the heavy deadbolt and opened the door three inches, keeping the safety latch engaged.
“Knox,” Maya said neutrally. “You’re a long way from the steakhouse.”
Knox offered a rare, slight nod of respect, holding the box out toward the narrow opening.
“The Boss asked me to deliver this to you before you leave for Washington,” Knox said in his deep, flat voice.
Maya looked at the box, then at the massive guard’s eyes. “I can’t accept gifts from subjects of an investigation, Knox.”
“You aren't on duty today, Agent Lin,” Knox noted calmly. “And Mr. Callahan isn't a subject anymore; his immunity deal was signed an hour ago.”
Maya hesitated for a moment before undoing the safety latch and taking the heavy box from his hands.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Knox turned to leave, but paused near the hallway elevators, looking back over his shoulder.
“The Boss said if you ever get tired of working for government salaries in D.C., there’s always a seat open at his table,” Knox said.
Before Maya could respond, Knox stepped into the elevator, the metal doors sliding shut silently behind him.
Maya closed her apartment door, locked the deadbolt, and carried the box over to her kitchen table.
She pulled the emerald ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing a sleek, custom-made leather holster and a note written in elegant calligraphy.
To the only woman who ever put Julian Vance on his knees.
May you like
Safe travels to D.C. - M.C.
Maya let out a quiet smile, setting the note down beside her coffee mug.
