THIRTY-FIVE
JUNE 5, 12:30 P.M.
They had been in a conference room just like this one before. The ones in Los Angeles looked like the ones in Portland, and those looked just like the one they now occupied in Boise. The FBI had a way of building similar facilities everywhere they were, and making them comport to a standard of austere professionalism. They had to look professional and be functional, but they couldn’t look extravagant because taxpayer dollars were in play.
Adam and Chris were seated with serious expressions on their faces and cups of coffee on the table in front of them when Dan Talbot and Larry Kirwan walked into the room. “Good morning, Masons,” Talbot said, smiling. “We’ll be ready to go in just a couple of minutes,” he added, looking out the conference door and into the
