Chapter 8Finch was drained and badly needed to sleep. The two hours he'd managed to get on the flight to Paris had done nothing but amplify the fatigue he was experiencing. He'd tried to close his eyes and grab an extra hour on the flight to Denver; however, as the minutes and hours ticked by, his anxiety grew, making any kind of rest an impossibility, no matter how much his body and mind craved it.
The 'Fasten Seatbelt' sign clicked off as the jet came to a stop next to the terminal building. The Denver night sky looked dark and brooding. A variety of randomly-sized puddles littered the tarmac. The city had obviously been party to a heavy rainstorm at some point during the evening. Stepping into the disembarkation tunnel, Finch immediately switched his phone on. By the time the Blackberr
