Chapter 5
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“So, let's review what we have here,” said Emily Alvin, also known as Antie Em, the Special Agent in Charge of our task force. Duffy and I were standing awkwardly at attention in front of her desk at the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington, DC. It had taken us the rest of the day to deal with the mess at the motel, including all the reporters who had slithered in after the smell of blood. Then there was getting Huhn booked and getting debriefed about the shooting, and crawling home to my apartment and falling instantly and very deeply unconscious. Back at the Bureau the next morning there had been more debriefing, conversations about my mental state after having killed a man, and so on. At long last we'd been called in to talk to our boss, the Special Agent in Charg
