Chapter Twenty-SevenLee entered the lobby of McKinley Bass and Rieger in downtown Seattle at 11:45 a.m., appearing as Robert Stimson. He checked in with the receptionist, who made a brief call on the intercom and reported, “Mr. Munson will be right out.”
“Thank you,” Lee said, smiling at the young woman.
“My pleasure,” she said, returning the smile.
Lee carried a briefcase and looked out the windows to the city below. Within moments, Munson appeared and said, “Follow me.” He did not smile and he did not attempt to shake hands. He led Lee to a small, internal conference room. It was windowless and offered only the table and four chairs. It was obviously designed for practicality and not to impress any potential client.
“What do you want to say, Mr. Stimson, or whoever you really are.”
