CHAPTER 36Miles arrived at the FBI office promptly at eight a.m. the next morning. As instructed, he was dressed in khaki slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. He smiled as he slid on an impeccably fitted navy blazer. Of course, the FBI had him perfectly measured. An agent spent the next twenty minutes fiddling with the electronically enhanced top button on the front of the blazer. Once the agent was satisfied it was in proper working order, Miles was asked to walk around the office hallways while whispering to himself. He was amused that no one he passed along the way thought his whispering parade was the least bit odd. After making a full tour and returning, the agent signaled to Agent Drummond that the listening device was fully functional.
“Any questions?” she asked.
“Just one.
