Drayco was early to his morning appointment with FBI Unit Chief Jerry Onweller, a meeting the man’s secretary had arranged late yesterday. She hadn’t given a reason, but Drayco had a good idea what it was about—to lay down the law. Keep him in his place.
As he walked into the BAU offices at Quantico, he was surprised when several former colleagues greeted him with slaps on the back and good-natured ribbing. Maybe there really was a part of him that missed being part of a team, the surrogate family he never really had. He fingered the unfamiliar “Visitor” ID tag, which hung crooked no matter how much he tried to straighten it.
The secretary ushered Drayco into Onweller’s office, with the signed photo of J. Edgar hanging in the center of the room. Onweller shared Hoover’s bulldog jowls, on
