22
THE TOUCH OF COLD STEEL
FBI Headquarters, J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington, DC. October 16, 3:45 p.m. EST.
Jana walked into the office of the director of the FBI, and stood in the doorway.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Baker! Hell yes I wanted to see you. Finished your rehab and retraining I see. You look a hell of a lot better than that day in the ICU at Bethesda Medical Center. Damn, I was sure we’d lost you. How do you feel?”
“Like I could eat nails, sir.”
Stephen Latent looked at her with the eyes of a father, but his shoulders slumped.
“Baker, I can hear it in your voice. Listen, nobody expects you to just bounce back as though nothing happened. You went through more hell than most of us can imagine. I hear your words, but . . . what’s going on in that head of yours? Re
