Francis was in the senator's office by nine.
Senator David Okafor was sixty-two, Nigerian-American, third term, with a reputation for being methodical and hard to rattle. He shook hands with Francis, Sarah, and Jenna without ceremony and pointed them to chairs around the conference table in his inner office. Two aides sat against the wall with laptops. A man Francis didn't know sat at the far end of the table with a notepad and no introduction.
Francis looked at the man.
Okafor noticed. "That's Raymond Steele. He's counsel to the Senate Intelligence Committee. He's here because what you're about to tell me may fall under their jurisdiction and I don't want to have this conversation twice."
Steele nodded at Francis. Francis nodded back.
"Tell me about Harlan Cross," Okafor said.
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