Allison Brennan - Kiss Me, Kill Me

Noah Armstrong had been standing unobtrusively across the room. Now he walked over and handed Lucy a letter. “Hans wanted to be here to give this to you, but he couldn’t get away.”

It was the same type of envelope as the one that had carried her rejection letter four weeks ago. The day after she’d returned from New York City, she’d appealed the decision of the FBI oral interview panel. She had been granted a second interview in the neighboring jurisdiction. While Lucy was pretty certain that Hans had had something to do with the fast response, he had assured her that the panel was fair and unbiased. That acceptance or rejection would be the panel’s sole decision.

She looked at Noah, pained, not wanting another rejection, not tonight when she was so happy.

He smiled. “Go ahead.”

She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Dear Ms. Lucy Kincaid ,

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is pleased to inform you that you’ve been accepted into the FBI Academy, having passed all written, oral, and background checks. Please report at 10 a.m. Monday, May 9, for a medical physical, and to your training officer, Special Agent Noah Armstrong in the Washington D.C. Field Office, at 9 a.m. Monday, May 16 .

The next opening in the FBI Academy at Quantico commences in August. Provided you pass your physical, you will be required to report on Sunday, August 14, before 2000 hours .

Congratulations .

Sean picked her up and swung her around. “I knew it,” he said.

“You had more faith in me than I did.” She looked around, smiling, trying not to cry. “You all did. I won’t let you down.”