Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) by Morgan Kelley Read Free Book Online

state school, but again, the fewer people that knew that about her education the better. She liked that they underestimated her.
    “Okay, I think we’re here,” Elizabeth said, listening to the GPS give the final destination.
    Tori pointed at the two detectives. “They don’t look like they plan on playing nice or being friendly.”
    There standing beside their car w ere two individuals wearing coats and side arms. As for body language, arms were crossed in a very hostile showing of aggression.
    “I do believe we have our first glimpse at the detectives in charge of this case. Funny, they hate us already. Who would have suspected?”
    Tori snorted.
    Elizabeth pulled the Denali to a stop, and both women grabbed their coats, hopping out and pulling them on before crossing to the distance.
    Both detectives watched the women moving towards them, and both had vastly different thoughts.
    Cyra Austin was grateful she was going to be working with two female feds. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate men, because she absolutely did, but working with women was just easier. Less testosterone generally meant keeping more of a calm head. Cyra Austin liked her partner, but most of her time was spent keeping him from breaking the law himself. The man just liked to go off on his own tangent, doing his own thing. Their captain frowned on that a great deal. It was like full time babysitting, but with a gun.
    Already their boss warned them. This directive had come down from the governor’s office. This was out of their hands, and if they played nice, maybe the FBI would let them assist.
    One could only hope. Cyra wanted to be part of this in the worst way.
    Detective Brian Leto had seen many things in his ten years on the force, but this was a new one. The two FBI agents walking towards him looked vastly out of place. The taller one looked like a model, with her shocking blue eyes and very pale skin. The second woman was shorter, with fiery red hair and pale blue eyes. Both looked about as competent as a runway models. Right there he had very little hope that these two broads would have a clue between them.
    Just terrific. “These two look about as bright as a broken bulb in a box,” he muttered to his partner. Handing over the cases to these two fluffs was a huge mistake.
    Elizabeth stopped in front of the detectives. “Hello, I’m assuming you’re Detectives Leto and Austin,” she stated , neutrally.
    “We are,” said Austin. “You are?”
    “I’m Director Elizabeth Blackhawk and this is my field partner Special Agent Victoria Christensen.”
    Leto crossed his arms. “A director huh?” he said grinning. “What do you direct, exactly?”
    Elizabeth didn’t like the tone in his voice. This man was going to be a jackwagon, and part of her was looking forward to handing him his ass. “Ever hear of a little building called FBI West?” she inquired, sweetly.
    “Yeah, it’s the second biggest FBI hub in the world. I’m not an idiot.”
    Tori wanted to laugh. Somehow she doubted that last statement.
    Elizabeth kept a straight face. “I’m Director of FBI West.” She stated it simply and with no emotion. If there was one thing that she was accustomed to, it was assholes assuming she was just a set of boobs and an ass, toting a gun. It entertained her to know the truth. Thank God her husband and Callen weren’t here, or there would likely be bloodshed.
    Leto just stared at her and then laughed thinking it was a joke.
    “Detective, I don’t actually see what’s funny here. I’m Director Elizabeth Blackhawk and I head up FBI West. If you’d like to call the FBI and get my references before we start, I’ll go sit my ass in my vehicle while you check them out.”
    Cyra Austin stepped forward, trying to smooth the waves. It was something she was quite accustomed to lately. Her partner was generally a chauvinistic pig. “I’m sorry Director Blackhawk. Brian meant nothing by it. Please, let’s continue.”
    Elizabeth