Near the CIA building?
Wesley seemed to have said when he was at the CIA that he suspected they staged a play to deliberately lure her into the trap, making her a scapegoat. Wesley's suspicion is not without basis.
Xiao Qiao was reading a magazine in Wesley's office.
Wesley saw Xiao Qiao in his office as soon as he returned.
"Colin, how's the investigation going?"
"It'll take a few more hours."
"Keep investigating," Wesley said, pushing the office door open.
Xiao Qiao looked up from the magazine, her smile radiant, "Good morning, Beauty Lieutenant Commander, I brought you a cup of mocha to perk you up."
Wesley sat in the leather chair in his office, rubbing his brow. Having not slept all night, he felt a bit tense. Xiao Qiao sat on the edge of his desk, smiling, "See how perceptive I am? You call, I come. Aren't you touched?"
"Colin is about to find some clues regarding the account matter."
"You suspect the CIA."
