HEY, NATHAN, Lizzie texted. Just letting you know I made it down here all right. I’m about to talk with Nolan.
Keep me posted, he replied moments later.
Will do.
She stepped out of her SUV with her briefcase, squared her shoulders, and walked into the Sheriff’s Office administration building.
“Hello. I’m here to see Deputy Nolan, please,” Lizzie told the front desk officer politely.
“Name?”
“Elizabeth Zimmerman, FBI, Dallas branch.”
The officer scrutinized her credentials, then handed them back to her with a nod.
“Let me get him for you. Have a seat,” the man said, almost apologetically, and indicated a row of chairs along the opposite wall.
Lizzie sat, confused by the sudden ‘you poor thing’ look she’d received. A few minutes later it was all Lizzie could do not to roll her eyes
