CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
It was 2:05 when Mackenzie pulled her car into the parking garage of the J. Edgar Hoover building. She drove to the lowest level and parked in the far backside of the lot. There was already another car sitting there, parked in the shadows. She could see Bryers through the windshield. He looked irritated and a little worried.
Mackenzie quickly got out of her car, bringing her case files with her. She then walked over to the car Bryers was sitting in and got into the passenger seat. He looked at her in the same way a disappointed father might look at a daughter that had gotten in trouble at school.
“Thanks for meeting me,” Mackenzie said. “I know you’re risking a lot.”
“You’re damned right I am,” he said. “So please tell me this game-changing discovery you’ve made.”
