Oscar impatiently paced back and forth over the thick green carpet . Two hours ago, he received word from the NSB that they had located Jaime. He had demanded to speak with her immediately and wanted information about her whereabouts.
Naturally ,the people in Hansen's office had not been accommodating, though they did deign to let him know that upon her arrival in Washington, Jaime would be brought directly to Senator Renshaw's office. Dropping everything, Oscar instantly headed for the office as well.
Oscar had left the building that day in a fury. He didn't even notice the hot humid August weather for which Washington was famous He hated that he had failed the young woman who meant so much to him. The NSB planned have Jaime spend the rest of her life in a locked compound. He cursed them for their ruthless act of understanding. However there was no way that he was going give them the satisfaction of showing up at the carriage house unannounced. Without even needing to think about it, he had taken a taxi directly to the airport and caught the next flight to LA.
He had entered the office with misgivings. The last time he was there, he had unsuccessfully fought for Jaime's retirement. He was sure that his failure would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Oscar looked at the clock.. What was taking so long? he worried. . If anything had happened to Jaime , he would personally see to it that the agents in charge never worked for the government again.
Then, finally the door burst open.