The agent that took over for Farnsworth, Gregory Larsen was a lot younger than Kelli had expected. She had envisioned a grizzled veteran agent when talking on the phone, which he was not. She fought the urge to stare when he met her in the lobby.
“You must be Detective Storm,” Larsen said with a wide smile. “Always good to see New York’s finest.”
He pushed his hand at her and she shook it. “Thank you, Agent Larsen. To be honest, your predecessor wasn’t so welcoming.”
Larsen tilted his head back and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that about Farnsworth.” He looked to his right, then left, and leaned in at Kelli. “Everyone who worked with him said he was a real dick,” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone.
Kelli fought back a laugh and looked up at him. “You said on the phone you had something for me.”
He nodded. “Sure, let’s go up to my office. I think you’re going to want to be sitting down when you hear what I’ve got,” he said and turned toward the elevators.
Kelli reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Is it that bad?” She asked and felt a chill run down her spine.
Larsen turned and frowned. “It may be worse than you think.”