The drive to her office was punctuated by the dog snoring loudly in the back seat of Raider’s truck. He’d loaned it to her when he’d left town. Maybe she should buy herself a car at some point. Something fast and sporty. The roads were mainly empty at that early hour, so she arrived in record time and parked the vehicle. A very light rain was falling, and she huddled into her sweater.

Roscoe lifted up, looked outside at the darkness, and dropped back down.

She chuckled and jumped out, opening his door and giving his ear a tug. He sighed a long-suffering moan and then leaped to the ground, running full out for the entrance and sitting beneath the slight eave.

“It’s just a little rain,” she muttered, shaking her head and jogging across the lot to unlock the door. The dog shook his coat, spraying droplets over her light jeans. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he’d done it on purpose. She patted his head anyway, and then led the way to the elevator and down to their dark offices. She flipped the lights, and they started to buzz, making the room look yellow. “We need new lights.”

Once in her computer room, she finally relaxed and got to work. This was where she belonged—in front of a computer. What if Raider couldn’t get the USB port into the correct tower?

The main phone rang in case room one, and she jumped up, running to answer it. What if it was Raider? Her heart kicked into action. “Hello.”

“Um, hi. Is Wolfe around?”

Brigid bit her lip. “No. He’s not here yet.” She glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even five yet.

“This is Dana. I’ve been trying to get hold of him all night, and he’s not answering his cell. Is everything all right?” The woman cleared her throat. “I’m a friend of Wolfe’s. He probably hasn’t mentioned me.”

“Sure he has.” Curiosity filtered through Brigid. Man, she’d love to meet the mysterious reporter. “Wolfe is on a mission but will probably be back soon. This is Brigid. I’m the computer gal. He probably hasn’t mentioned me.” She chuckled at repeating the phrase. Wolfe didn’t talk much.

“Oh, hi. He has mentioned you. Pretty redhead—cross between an Irish rose and a farmer’s daughter.”

Well. That was kinda nice. Brigid smiled, her heart warming. Wolfe was a good friend. “Can I help you with anything?”

Dana was quiet for a moment. “He asked me to reach out to contacts in Seattle, and I did so. I have an update.”

Brigid perked up. “The senator?”

“Yes.”