The SEC building felt cold. Too bright. Fluorescent lights humming overhead. Noah's shirt stuck to his back. David sat beside him. Briefcase on his lap. Face neutral.
"Let me do the talking," David whispered.
Noah nodded. Couldn't speak. His throat was too tight.
Special Agent Torres entered. Mid-fifties. Gray suit. Tired eyes. A woman followed. Younger. Laptop under her arm.
"Mr. Knight. Thanks for coming in. I'm Agent Torres. This is Agent Kim."
They sat across the table. Torres opened a folder. Thick. Full of papers.
"We're investigating the Hastings Medical acquisition. Five years ago. Specifically, unusual trading activity prior to the announcement."
Noah's pulse hammered in his ears.
"My client is happy to cooperate," David said. "But we'd like to know what specific allegatio
