Despite having completed her training at Quantico almost ten years previously and having served loyally for a decade, Hannah had never met the Director of the FBI. In all fairness most agents didn’t get to meet the DFBI, scattered as they were in field offices and consulate buildings across the globe. Hannah slowed and checked her appearance in the reflection of a door window. Her gray suit contrasted with her long auburn hair and green eyes, but her jaw looked a little too tense, her mouth a thin hard line.
Lighten up, she told herself. They asked for the meeting, remember?
Hannah took a breath and walked the last few paces to the Director’s office before she knocked and entered. A receptionist looked up at her and without prompting keyed a microphone on her desk and spoke quickly and efficiently.
‘Special Agent Ford is here to see you sir.’
‘Send her in, Clara.’
Clara nodded at Hannah, who aimed for the next door, this one highly polished and bearing the name of Gordon LeMay. She opened the door and walked in to see LeMay sitting behind a large, polished desk. Two computer monitors adorned the desk along with pictures of LeMay’s family, and the desk itself was flanked by the Stars and Stripes and a second flag bearing the FBI’s seal.
LeMay got to his feet, surprisingly tall with heavy jowls and a belly that stretched his white shirt. His gray hair, eyes and suit gave Hannah the impression that LeMay was appearing before her in black and white. She shook his hand, firm and dry, saw him smile and was reminded of a great white shark.
‘Please, sit down Agent Ford.’
Not so much a request as a command, LeMay’s voice gravelly with age. Hannah sat down opposite the Director and waited patiently.
‘I appreciate you coming here at such short notice,’ LeMay began. ‘Agent Jenkins said that she could not spare you for this meeting on company time.’
Special Agent in Charge Jenkins, the head of Hannah’s Field Office in Virginia and a thorn in Hannah’s side for the past three years, had done everything that she could to prevent Hannah from making the meeting. Jealous, angry and petulant, Jenkins had developed a deep hatred for her ever since Hannah had successfully apprehended a number of high — profile fugitives and foiled a major attack on a solar plant outside of Las Vegas just months before.
‘Jenkins has her hands full,’ Hannah replied diplomatically, not wanting to vent on the Director until she understood what the meeting was about.
‘So I hear,’ LeMay murmured in reply. ‘The events at Crescent Dunes have propelled you into the Bureau’s star agent list, and I suspect that Jenkins dislikes being outshone.’
Hannah chose her words with care. ‘She has ambitions of her own.’
‘But she doesn’t have the results to back those ambitions,’ LeMay countered, and then pointed a hooked finger at her. ‘You do Hannah, which is why you’re here.’
Hannah waited dutifully for the Director to continue.
‘It’s come to my attention that in the aftermath of the Crescent Dunes arrests you’ve been conducting an investigation of your own, off — books.’
Hannah could not prevent herself from startling somewhat and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
‘I didn’t know that anybody was watching me off hours, sir,’ she said with some resentment.
LeMay raised a hand to forestall her protest.
‘This is not a rebuke, Agent Ford. Your persistence in this matter is appreciated, not condemned. You have been pulling files on a number of former fugitives from this agency by the names of Warner, Lopez and Meyer?’
Hannah nodded, figuring that there was no point in hiding anything. LeMay probably knew it all anyway and was testing her honesty.
‘The Meyer family is clean and of no further interest to the Bureau but Ethan Warner and Nicola Lopez are something of an enigma. They were wanted by the Bureau and yet upon their capture, by me, they were promptly freed. I’ve dug as deep as I can in the official records and they’re featured all over the place, but every document is so heavily redacted that I can’t make head nor tail of who they’re working for. All I have is Warner’s assertion, in interview, that he works for the Defense Intelligence Agency. I checked him out and nobody at the DIA knew a damned thing about either Warner or Lopez, yet they’re facing twenty to life in a federal prison and they’re released? Last I looked, they were still working as bail bondsmen out of Chicago like nothing’s happened?’
Director LeMay leaned back in his seat and cradled his chin on the back of his interlocked fingers as he regarded her for a long moment.
‘Is that all?’
Hannah bit her lip for a moment before replying.
‘Warner made mention of a homicide scene we were investigating that was connected to the Meyers. He seemed to know that there was a third person present at the scene who may have been the killer, despite not having been present at the murder. I couldn’t figure out how he could have known that information, especially since he revealed the name of the individuaclass="underline" Aaron James Mitchell.’
Hannah was not attempting to analyze her own boss, but she saw the briefest of tremors in the old man’s eyes, a sign of recognition.
‘Did you pursue this matter further?’ LeMay asked, his tone guarded.
‘The FBI field team analyzed blood found at the murder scene that did not belong to the victim, and claimed that no matches were found in the system. Given all that was happening at the time, I decided to take a second sample off the books and had it DNA tested.’ Hannah thought that she heard LeMay sigh softly as she continued. ‘It matched Mitchell, whose official records at the Department of Defense state that he died some two decades ago.’
LeMay seemed to think for a moment before replying.
‘And you’ve been attempting to hunt this Mitchell down?’
‘No,’ Hannah replied. ‘I’ve simply been trying to figure out why he would have been at that homicide scene and why he would be listed as dead by the DoD and yet clearly still be very much alive and working for somebody. I’m assuming he faked his own passing and is now able to operate criminally with some level of impunity — it’s tough to get caught when nobody’s looking for you.’
LeMay nodded. ‘And what of Warner and Lopez?’
Hannah shrugged. ‘They’re pretty much untouchable. I spoke to the Chicago field office and they did some digging. Warner was in trouble with the law for a short while some years back but has been clean as a whistle since. Lopez used to wear the blues of the Metropolitan Police Department here in DC, no criminal record, no nothing. Seems like they teamed up a few years ago and there’s some anecdotal evidence that they’ve turned up at the scene of DIA investigations around the world, but again, everything’s redacted. About all I can say for sure is that they travel across the country pursuing bail jumpers but they only have jurisdiction in Illinois. It’s a thin cover, but for what I don’t know.’
‘Both Warner and Lopez were exonerated,’ LeMay pointed out. ‘Neither committed any crime and both were cleared of involvement.’
‘Yes, but by whom were they cleared?’ Hannah pressed. ‘Who the hell has the power to quash a homicide investigation and at the same time order the release of two known fugitives involved in that same crime and a lot more besides? This should have been a slam — dunk case, even if Warner and Lopez were innocent and it turned out Mitchell was the perp’. Stanley Meyer was murdered, sir, and every suspect we have is suddenly untouchable? How does that figure?’