But some of it was because I’d been sleeping alone.
Quinn had told me he’d be back in eight days at the most. He’d been gone twelve days now. It was too long.
As great as technology was, sometimes a little hands-on snooping really turned up the skinny. It was time for Dwayne J. Lester, janitor extraordinaire, to pay a visit to Langley to dig up some information.
* * * *
I was industriously wiping down the picture frames along the wall of the corridor that housed the offices of the senior deputy directors. Each photograph, document, and award brought me closer to Quinn’s office.
Finally I was there. It was dark and had the closed, stuffy odor of unused rooms. With Quinn out of town, his personal assistant had used the opportunity to take some time off.
Even so, I didn’t have a lot of
