“Hey, Micah. Am I calling at a bad time?” Ethan sat on the edge of his hotel room bed a handful of states away from his former boss. Micah Sloane was the one that assigned him to the murder in Wyoming, and the one that pulled some strings to get him transferred to the Central Plains Region. Ethan had countless acquaintances, in and out of the Bureau, but he had few friends. Micah was one of them.
Micah glanced over his shoulder at the entrance to the restaurant. “No, now’s a good time. What’s going on?”
“The Rutgers case,” Ethan began. He laid out the debriefing that happened after the shooting, then the hearing last week, and finally the closed-door meeting between himself, one of the investigators who had just returned from Durango, and the panel director. “They’re trying to squeeze me
