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William listened a moment as Piper handed Brad two lists, explaining their contents. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he walked a small circle between his desk and the wall of windows. Gut instincts and first impressions hadn’t been wrong in his life. Things turned out badly when he didn’t follow those instincts and impressions. When Austin Wood, the first of several field agents he would be hiring, stepped into his office, William took the man’s measure in the five seconds he usually gave himself to judge a situation. Crossing the space so he could offer his hand in greeting, he observed everything about Mr. Wood.
The twitch of his left hand before reaching out with his right, the steady assessing gaze, the schooled features, the subtle shift of his body to keep his back facing away
