Rett

Nodding to Henri, I stepped through the threshold to the sitting room of my front office. As Henri closed the large door behind me, my concentration was on the man currently in the process of standing. This time his presence wasn’t a surprise. This meeting was overdue.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the fifteen-foot windows as I moved forward.

“Everett,” Richard Michelson said as he stood and extended his hand. ...