Chapter Nine
The door to my clean, bright office at Bridgeway Center rattled with his knock.
"Come in."
The door pushed open, the man entering frightened me at first, or perhaps it was just the odd illusion that he was Buck and Nathan blended into one imperious form. The fact that he didn’t look much like either man seemed to make no difference to my shocked response. Much taller than Nathan, the resemblance was only that he had an ageless look to him: that certain something many men of forty cultivate into handsomeness that lasts them for years. His brown/black hair was showing gray about the temples. And he sported a neat mustache, a close clipped full beard eyes that were like two beams of dark light penetrating mine as if they were on an exploration of my soul. I thought that
