CHAPTER TWELVE
When Jake walked into Erik Lehl’s office the next morning, he knew right away that the Special Agent in Charge was in a darker mood than usual. The tall, gangly man could be formidable when he was angry.
“Sit,” Lehl said.
Jake obeyed uneasily. He was sure he was about to get a dressing-down from the chief.
Lehl swiveled in his chair for a moment, his long legs propelling him vigorously from side to side.
Then he stopped his rotations, stared directly at Jake, and said, “Tell me what happened.”
Jake knew without being told exactly what his boss was asking. He wanted to know about Jake’s altercation with the news reporter. The local TV station had been running that video footage over and over again, focusing on the frames that made it look like Jake had knocked the man d
