Colton Christmas Protector (The Coltons of Texas #12)(83)
Jamie went down the middle aisle, the smell of new carpet and leather accompanying him on the way. Everyone dressed business-casual, some of the men in ties with no jackets.
The far wall had a row of windows like the front, and as he turned to the right, he enjoyed a view of White Mountain and Pilot Butte. Before moving here he’d read that wild horses still ran in those hills. Nothing he’d see in a city, and the notion intrigued him.
Kadin emerged from his spacious office and greeted him. “Let me show you to your office.”
Jamie followed him to the opposite side of the building and into the opposite corner office with the same view as the boss. He went to the window. “This gives me an adequate idea of your expectations.”
Kadin smiled wryly. “You’re taking on an important role in this organization. The safety and protection of my detectives and the victims’ families are of utmost importance. The more notoriety I get, the more of a threat we are, and the more high risk the case, the more danger we attract.”
“Risk is my résumé.” This new role would present plenty of challenges, but Jamie would thrive. This was exactly what he was looking for—a way to get his life back on track, for the good.
“Mr. Tandy.”
Jamie turned with Kadin to see the beautiful receptionist at the door.
“Sorry to interrupt. There’s a Ms. Reese Harlow here to see you. She says she’s a sheriff’s deputy from Ute County, Colorado, and she’s got a forty-year-old cold case she’d like to discuss with you.”
“Put Roesch on it. I can’t seem to give that guy enough work.”
Kadin had a lot of top-notch detectives working for him, Jamie thought, but the one named Roesch must be one of the best if he completed his cases so fast the work didn’t keep up.
“She insisted on speaking only to you, sir.”
Many must request him personally, but he couldn’t possibly solve every case that came to DAI.
“She said it was personal.”
Speaking to Kadin or the forty-year-old case? Her insistence on speaking only to Kadin must be the personal part. But why?
Kadin stared at the receptionist for a moment. “Bring her back.”
Evidently he wondered the same.