67 QuanticoMaggie had never seen Cunningham so angry. And frustrated. She was more determined that ever to find out everything she could about Albert Stucky.
She had holed up in her office since she returned from the funeral. In just a few hours she’d managed to turn the small area into a mess. Stacks of files littered the surface of her desk. Her disguise from the day sat in a heap on her only chair. With the wig and glasses on top, it looked like a melted version of her earlier self. She had changed into blue jeans and a University of Virginia T-shirt. And now she was printing and sorting every scrap of information she could find. She was even jotting down notes on her own whiteboard.
When her phone rang she grabbed it before the second ring.
“This is Maggie O’Dell.”
“Agent O’Dell, h
