Chapter 67: Rattus RattusCHAPTER 67
RATTUS RATTUS
Current Day
Frankie got up early to prepare for the FBI presentation. He knew this would be a tough audience—not just unreceptive, but hostile. He ate a light breakfast, just a bagel splattered with olive oil and garlic then an espresso to chase it away. The meeting was in a hotel, courtesy of Harding’s boss. Frankie was the second to arrive; the first was a trainee.
What is he doing on an assignment like this?
“Good morning,” Frankie said.
The trainee responded in a cheerful, FBI manner. “Good morning, Detective Donovan. I hope you are well today.”
“I am, thanks.” This is going to be a long day.
Pretty soon, the whole group showed up, coming in together like kids answering the school bell. Once they were seated, Frankie stood, clos
