CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE NEXT MORNING RICK raced through Nathan’s office door.
“I’ve got a location,” he announced, and handed Nathan a slip of paper. “And I went ahead and drilled down into who owns the place and got a name for you.”
“Yes!” Nathan immediately picked up his desk phone to inform the Director.
“I was just about to call you,” the Director said. “I pushed your request through personally and was able to get those files you wanted. They’re ready to pick up.”
“I’m on my way to get them, then,” Nathan answered. “And our IT efforts paid off. We have a name and a location, sir.”
“I suppose it goes without saying that you need to make damn sure that name is the right one, Agent Thomas,” the Director intoned. “The last thing we need is to descend on the wrong house.”
“Sir, I alre
