CHAPTER 52
My briefing took place in the State Attorney's office at three o'clock the next day. It wasn't what I was expecting, then again, I watch way too much TV. I assumed Jayashree would present me with a detailed floor plan of the facility and a schedule of where to be at what time using military hours, but it wasn't that structured. And she brought snacks. We were in the conference room adjoining Nick's office, seated at a table with a box of gourmet chocolate chip cookies as our centerpiece.
"So, I'm wearing a wire," I said, grabbing a second cookie from the box, "and what are you guys doing? Are you in a panel truck outside?"
Nick snorted. "This isn't an episode of NCIS, Quinn. There's no panel truck."
I was confused. "Will you be listening to me in real time? Or will I be reco
