I can’t find anyone. Being ditched is not one of my favorite things in the world, especially when I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on this whole situation. Apparently babysitting two FBI agents for the Cigarette Man was a lot harder than I had originally anticipated.
‘Where is that card?’ I thought as I rifled through my things. Finally I cam up with it and dialed the number. “Pick up, Agent Mulder,” I whispered as I listened to the dial tone.