CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Riley didn’t like the way Harrison Lund smiled. The man rose from his desk as his assistant escorted Riley, Bill, and Jared into his office. The assistant had already told him who the visitors were via intercom.
Lund spoke in a friendly enough manner. “The FBI, eh? I was wondering when you’d show up.” But his smile was absolutely reptilian.
Was he really expecting us? Riley wondered.
If he was, what could that mean?
Lund said, “Sit down, please. Make yourselves at home.”
He had a thick southern drawl that reminded Riley of Julian Morse’s brother, Roderick. But Lund’s voice was smoother, darker, and somehow more sinister. He was about Riley’s age, and he had a sardonic air about him. He wore an expensive double-breasted suit and had steel gray hair combed back slee
