CHAPTER ELEVEN
“MR. HART, two FBI agents are waiting outside your office, and they would like to visit with you for a few minutes if you have the time.”
“Sure, what do they need?”
“Don’t rightly know. They said they just want to have a short conversation with you by way of follow-up to your meeting of earlier this morning.” Myrna Brock acted concerned. The presence of the FBI bothered her. “Is there a problem, Mr. Hart?”
“No, Myrna, no, I don’t think so at all. If its agents Seilor and Erickson, they’re probably just here as part of their investigation into Mr. Trotter’s death. Pretty much routine, I would think. I would be happy to visit with them. Send them in.”
Logan was no stranger to dealing with government agents. He was quite comfortable in doing so. During his time as an activ
