back to the station. He'd find out who she was. Reaching over he scratched behind Blitz' ears. The shepherd provided a calming presence.
He looked back at the woman in the car. Her dark hair was half in and half out of her ponytail. The outfit she wore looked like professional slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt, but they were askew and had paw prints. It looked liked Blitz had chased her down. He wondered what institution the woman might've escaped from. If she wasn't a career criminal, she must be a deranged mental patient.
It didn't take long for them to make it to the station. He took the woman out of the car and led her inside. "We'll get this straightened out right quick and get you back on your way, if you're telling the truth." He chuckled, sure she wasn't.
"And what about my mother's car?"
"We'll have it towed. Can't release it to you when the owner says she didn't lend it to anyone."
"Watch the sarcasm, Miss."
The feisty brunette rolled her eyes. Definitely not an FBI agent. The woman couldn't control her emotions in the slightest. She would be a ticking time-bomb for any agency. He led her to holding.
"You are not seriously considering leaving me in here?" She growled the words.
He nodded and sauntered away to run the information she'd given him. The internet connection was slow. The rest of the country might have high-speed data, but they were a bit behind the times in the sparsely inhabited desert lands of southwestern Arizona. What passed for DSL here, was not in the same league as what they had in Phoenix.
Trooper John Kearney walked toward him holding up what looked like a black leather wallet. "Hey, can you run this while you're at it. I've got a security officer from the power plant in my office. Found it on patrol."
"Run it yourself."
"Aw come on. I'm due to get out of here. A hand, please."
"The security dude said there was a bomb threat called in at the plant. When he saw this, he thought maybe something happened to the agent assigned to investigate."
"I didn't hear about a threat."
"Me neither. Maybe they contacted local."
"Yeah. Maybe, but you'd think we would've been kept in the loop. I'll check this out. A sigh escaped when he opened the credentials."
"Something wrong, Brady?"
"I locked up a federal agent."
"No way. The chick on the credentials?" A huge smile spread across John's face.
"Don't call an FBI agent a chick. What's the matter with you?"