Chapter 7Frank Sinatra’s cover of “I Get a Kick Out of You” gently swayed out of a dust-lined Admiral clock radio at the back of a small, mostly dark office. A slice of light crept in through a narrowly opened door, but the only glare in the room came from a powerful desk lamp pointed at the center of the large wooden desk it sat on. Old metal file cabinets, each four drawers high, lined every wall. A couple of the drawers were open, each with a single folder tilted horizontally for special attention. A gray, shorthaired cat sat on top of one of the cabinets, licking its paw.
A fog of smoke hovered in the air above the desk, manipulated just a bit by a slow-moving ceiling fan. Below the cloud, an old man with sharp shoulders sat forward in a wellworn metal swivel chair. Half a cigarette d
