Agent Lacoste wasn’t afraid to follow her instinct. She wasn’t afraid to be wrong. And that, the Chief knew, was a great strength. It meant she’d be willing to explore dim alleys a lesser agent wouldn’t even see. Or, if they did, they’d dismiss as unlikely. A waste of time. Where, he asked his agents, was a murderer likely to hide? Where it was obvious? Perhaps. But most of the time they were found in unexpected places. Inside unexpected personalities and bodies. Down the dim alleys, most of them with pleasant veneers.
