Chapter 227

Later that afternoon, Cali was studying at her desk when she heard a firm, staccato knock on the door frame of her open door. She turned around to see two men in blue suits with black ties framed in the doorway. They were each tall and well-built, with short, but not quite military style haircuts. Both had light brown hair. Cali guessed they were somewhere in their late thirties or early forties—about the same age as her dad. They didn’t look quite enough like each other to be brothers, but they were close. More importantly, they looked like cops. No, she thought, not cops—more like FBI agents or something. Behind the two men stood a woman, but Cali could barely see her. All Cali could tell was that she was wearing a pants suit just a shade lighter than the men’s, and that her shiny black hair was pulled tight against her skull.

Cali wondered what the men wanted. She didn’t do drugs, so it was doubtful the men were narcs.

“Kelly Farn