CHAPTER 35Bannister obtained a key to the agent’s hotel room they intended to use and arranged the chairs and coffee table in the living room section of the suite. He had a bucket of ice and diet sodas and cold bottles of water. The Savannah agent hadn’t dropped his suitcase off yet and had agreed to wait for Bannister’s phone call before coming to the room.
Bannister appreciated that Dr. Andrews was punctual and he assumed she’d left work early enough to allow for Atlanta’s rush hour. Her stride was purposeful as she made her way across the lobby to where he and Ramirez were waiting.
As they stood near the elevators, Ramirez said, “I like your red briefcase.”
Andrews smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. One of my patients commented she’d seen a case just like it on One Life to Live. I ac
