CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
McGrath’s eyes were narrow and thin, like a man squinting from the pain of an incredibly bad headache. He sat quietly, looking across his desk at Mackenzie and Bryers. They had just presented him with Mackenzie’s findings and in the fifteen seconds that had passed, McGrath had not spoken a single word.
In a sudden motion, McGrath pushed his chair back from his desk and got to his feet. He didn’t really look mad, but he certainly wasn’t happy, either.
“You understand,” he finally said, looking at Mackenzie, “that this is grounds for severe punishment. The simplest punishment would be to simply expel you from the Academy. Not only did you go directly against my orders, but you basically also assumed the identity of a consultant for the Bureau—a title you were revoked o
