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A Future of Certainty
FBI Headquarters, J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington, DC. Six weeks later.
Jana got out of the Uber car and stared up at the building. Somehow, it looked smaller than she’d remembered. The morning sun had crested and there was a bright reflection on the glass. Traffic was heavy and, in the crisp air, people moved with purpose on the sidewalk, some entering the building.
She smoothed the jacket of her new business suit and felt a little flutter in her stomach. Her fingers made their way just inside the top button of her white button-down until they found the trio of scars. She swallowed.
But then she heard a voice behind her—a voice from her past. “Are you sure you want to do this?” the voice said.
She turned. Without saying a word, she put her arms around h
