Chapter 3
Jackson Rand walked from screen to screen in the editor’s bullpen of PublicFigure.com, viewing the latest research by his team. He sat down at an open workstation, launched an editing screen, made changes, saved them, and relaunched the home page of the site.
“Looks okay?”
“It’s rockin’,” the web developer sitting next to him said.
Palmer and another FBI agent entered the office foyer. Jackson straightened in his chair and swiveled towards the agents. His eyes locked on the eyes of Palmer, who froze, stopping in mid-stride. Jackson did not look away. Behind Jackson’s non-blinking eyes, he felt the familiar heightening of his senses. A slight smile leaked out, Palmer noticed, then broke off the stare.
Jackson motioned to Tina, I-got-this, and approached the agents.
“Mr. Rand
