My mood, such as it was, quickly became sour. I arrived at work to find Hazelton was out of the office and Edward Holmes, the Director of Counterintelligence Threat Analysis, had assigned me a mountain of paperwork one of his junior officers had left in a shambles.
Added to that, I’d taken a few minutes to contact our head of internal security and asked him to have someone take a look at my alarm system at home. “One of my neighbors complained about it going off.”
“I’ll send out a man to look into it.”
A couple of hours later, he called me. “Callahan just reported back, Mann. Your alarm system is in top-notch condition.”
“Really.”
“Yes. Maybe the neighbor got the direction confused.”
“Possibly.” I tugged on my lower lip. “And…there wasn’t anything to indicate it had been tampered wit
