CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Nash made his way over to Warren Green’s desk and sat. He placed the thick leather pouch onto the desk and leaned back in the chair.
Dixon shot Nash an angry look, as if Nash had not shown the appropriate acknowledgment to his boss’s arrival.
“Sorry, who are you all?” Jordan asked. A look of curiosity crossed her face.
“I’m Director Nicolas Blake, Director of the IIB. This is Assistant Director Frank Dixon. He is head of the New York office for the IIB,” Blake said, pointing a flat palm in Dixon’s direction. “And I believe you know Special Agent Newman?” Blake said.
“Great, but what are you doing here?” Jordan asked.
“More to the point, what are we all doing here?” Hicks said.
Nash sat silently. He knew why they were there. After his little conversation with Walte
