Chapter 7: The Man Behind the Front Man

The room Whit brought her to wasn't an office so much as a held breath — floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, a single long table, no photographs, no awards on the walls, nothing that told her anything about who worked here except that whoever it was had gone to enormous, deliberate lengths to leave no trace of himself behind. He was standing at the window when they came in, back to the door, a...