CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Standing outside the office of Deputy Director Burton, Daniel adjusted his tie and took a deep breath. He had been summoned to a meeting at the Deputy Director’s office. Good. He had some serious questions for that guy. Not so good, because he had been specifically told “not to inform Trainee Agent Laurent.”
That meant either an a*s chewing or a discussion of something above her pay grade.
Passing through the door, he came to the outer office where Burton’s personal assistant, Flora Whitaker, held court. A hunched woman in her sixties whose faced drooped from the weariness of seeing many deputy directors come and go, and the massive workload she managed to get through, she was one of the most capable people in the building. Although she didn’t look like much, you unde
