Nine a.m. the next morning found Nathan once again making his way to his office.
“Morning. Hey, there was a package that came for you. It’s on your desk,” Charlotte remarked.
“Thanks.”
He hung his jacket on the back of his chair, staring at the plain brown box in the middle of his blotter.
Hmmm.
This was not the case files he was still waiting on; those would have been stamped with the jurisdictional information at the very least and would probably have arrived via overnight courier.
He double checked with Charlie downstairs that the package had gone through standard security protocols to detect any explosives or other issues.
As he pulled on latex gloves, he reached over and pressed the intercom button.
“Hey Steve,” he said, when his boss answered. “Can we meet a few minutes early
