The Wily Witness - A Finn Callaghan #Short Story #New Release

The Wily Witness is a short story that explains how FBI Special Agent Finn Callaghan – A character from Sun Storm – came to work in Montana.

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​Probationary FBI Agent Finn Callaghan is having a bad day. It’s his second day in the field, and he’s stuck doing his partner’s filing. A teenage boy, Noah Lewis, is arrested for stealing five hundred thousand dollars in diamonds, and Finn is convinced of his innocence. When evidence goes missing and an eccentric old woman turns up claiming to have witnessed the robbery, Finn can’t help but get involved.
Can he prove Noah is a gullible patsy or will the youngster be charged with grand larceny in the second degree?
 
Finn Callaghan is a character from the author’s full-length The Gathering Storm Series.
 
Excerpt:
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FBI Headquarters New York City, New York
8 a.m.
 
Finn glanced at the huge stack of files on his desk. He had a degree in criminology, ten years experience with the military police, top of his class at Quantico, and he was stuck doing filing in a world that was supposed to be going paperless.
Special Agent Nathan Levenson, Finn’s mentor and partner, strong-armed a gangly teenager around the grey, chest-high cubicle walls that divided the twentieth floor of the Major Crimes Division.
“I didn’t do it. I swear. Anna… I was there to see Anna, ” the kid whimpered, his face pale.
“Don’t you know it’s a criminal offense to lie to a federal agent?” Levenson shoved him into a chair across the aisle from Finn’s desk.
The youth fell silent, staring at the ground. He squirmed in his seat, but with his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Eventually, he leant to one side in an attempt to accommodate the unnatural position.
“Anything I can do?” Finn asked, hoping for a reprieve from the stack of paperwork.
“No, as a probationary agent you can stick to what you’re good at.”
“Filing?”
“Exactly.” Levenson smiled, rubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head.
Finn resisted the temptation to punch the smile from Nathan’s face; instead he stood at his desk, and flicked through the stack of papers. There were at least six months worth of documents, all of them Levenson’s. The special agent was obviously behind, and had decided to foist the work onto him, a junior agent.