CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Morgan took the Metro to the Federal Triangle Station and walked the five minutes to the J. Edgar Hoover Building on Pennsylvania Avenue. It wasn’t much. Typical for the era during which it was built, it was a great example of American Brutalism. In other words, it was ugly. Squat. Low. Blocky. Clouds seemed to press down on it, making it look even more menacing.
Was he doing the right thing here? This was a different world than the one he was used to. Danielle was right. He knew medicine. He knew hospitals. What did he know about law enforcement? Or the FBI? How much would he really be able to contribute?
There was only one way to find out.
Morgan joined the line of people waiting to enter the building and pulled up the collar of his fleece jacket against
