Broyles was studying a file when Olivia knocked on his door. He waved her in without looking up. She stepped into the office and closed the glass door quietly behind her. There was a tension about him. More than usual.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Have a seat."

She settled herself and crossed her legs. Her boss continued his scrutiny of the file.

"Do you mind telling me what this is about?" Olive asked, with a polite patience she didn't feel.

"This morning Peter Bishop went by Starlight Industries. Were you aware of this?"

"No sir." She said. It disappointed her a little, but not that much. Peter wasn't given to waiting for permission. "However, Starlight Industries is part of our investigation."

"Not anymore." He gave her his full attention now. "They've turned over a copy of the surveillance tape form last night. The woman you have in custody trespassed on the premisses. There is no connection between the company and this case. Inform Bishop."

There was something in his tone. This was pressure coming form on high. He turned back to the file, dismissing her without a word. She wasn't going to leave it at that.

"With all do respect, I think this company is hiding something?"

"You have your orders Agent."

She stood. "And you have yours."

"Agent Dunnan," He said. "I have those I must answer to."

"Even at the risk of hamstringing this investigation?" She was angry now, feeling the unseen bonds tighten. "I am doing this job at the behest of those you answer to." She faced him across his desk. There was no humility in her. No desire to come to heel. "I'm left wondering what that job truly is."

He stood also, meeting her eyes. "Aid Walter Bishop in what ever way you can to find out who the mystery girl is. What links or ties she may have to the pattern."

"And if it leads back to Starlight Industries?"

"Walk softly and carry a big stick." Broyles reclaimed his seat and resumed his study of the file. "You are dismissed."