Jasper’s POV.
Two gentlemen stepped into my office shortly after Clinton had left. They had the shifty eyes of public servants with an air of pompousness that looked quite comical. One of the men was slim and looked lost in his suit. The other was a stout man who chewed away on a bubble gum.
“Mr. Hawthorne. Good afternoon,” the stoutly built man greeted. They both came over to my desk and shook hands with me.
“Gentlemen. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit today?” I asked with sarcasm.
The stoutly built man settled into one of the seats before I could ask and began fanning his face with his hand as he panted. “Glad you asked. I’m Special Agent Ethan Ryder and this is Landon Pierce, my partner,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, gentlemen. How can I help you?” I reiterated, barely keepi
