Page 57 of A Spot of Tea
She pulled a sweatshirt on and sat next to her. “Are you sure she’s not going to get a notification you’re investigating her?”
“I doubt it.” She clicked to another screen. “I friended her on Facebook and I can see all of her pictures. It’s all justthere.”
“Youfriendedher? Are you out of your mind?”
“Relax. It’s not me; it’s one of the fake profiles we use at work to investigate people.”
Eliza frowned. “You work at a weird place.”
“Tell me about it.” She clicked through Stacy’s pictures one by one. “She fell for our ‘handsome man’ profile pretty fast.”
Interesting. Eliza had fallen for a handsome man once. “Any pictures of her with Joey?”
“No.”
Eliza breathed out. “He’s not online much anyway.”
“My first thought was that maybe she’s not a real ATF agent, but she is. I confirmed it. She used to work at the DEA before this.”
She clicked to a picture of Stacy standing on a picnic table and shotgunning a beer.
“Oh my,” Eliza said. “I didn’t take her as a party girl.”
“Yeah. She’s only a few years older than me.” She paused. “That was from the DEA family picnic.”
She sputtered a laugh. “That was a work event?”
“Mhm.” She tapped through the pictures, stopping on one of Stacy with her arm around a man with salt and pepper hair.
“Is that her dad?” Eliza asked.
“He was her director at the DEA.” Mackenzie tilted her head. “I have a theory—she had to leave the DEA because they were having an affair.”
“How do you know that?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling I have. Look how close her face was to his. He’s married, you know. At least, he was.”
Eliza rolled her eyes. “So you’ve decided she’s a federal employee problem child? You’re just making up biases.”
“It makes sense, though. Before she was at the DEA, she was teaching marketing part time at the community college.”
Eliza frowned. “That is a strange career path, but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“She started with a degree in criminal justice.” Mackenzie tapped her fingers on the keys. “I don’t know—she’s all over the place. She got expelled from her college dorm during her freshman year.”
“Where did you find that?”
“From an article she published in the school paper. She’s a terrible writer.”
Eliza laughed. “I really feel like you’re not an impartial investigator. You just really hate Stacy.”
“I’m impartial! But, yes, she was mean to you, and she seems like the least serious federal agent I’ve ever seen.”
“Have you known a lot of them?”
She turned her nose up. “Maybe I have.”
“Yeah, okay.” Eliza sighed, sitting back. “This is all interesting, but it doesn’t prove Stacy is involved.”
