CHAPTER 34Witt called Bannister to his office. He kept a glass jar of Jelly Belly candies on the front of his desk and had the habit of offering some to an agent before giving him an ass chewing. Since he’d been in Atlanta, there had not been an occasion where he’d offered Bannister any candy. Today was different.
“Want some jelly beans, Ty?”
“No thanks. It’s too early.”
“Well, is it too early in the day to keep me informed of developments? What the hell’s going on?” he asked.
At that moment Bannister recalled a response an agent he used to work with in Los Angeles always used when he did something he wasn’t supposed to do or had failed to do something he’d been ordered to do. He used to drive his supervisors nuts when he’d lean forward, take off his glasses, and in an innocent voice s
