CHAPTER SEVEN
Deputy Director McGrath’s office was pristinely clean. The oak desk he sat behind gleamed in the morning sun that came in through the blinds. When Mackenzie walked into his office within the J. Edgar Hoover Building at 6:58, she saw that Bryers was already there. He was sitting in one of two chairs at one end of McGrath’s desk. He looked like a man who knew he would soon be led to the gallows.
As for McGrath, he sat behind his desk with the authority of a bear in a cave. He was about the same age as Bryers but looked way more hardened. He wore a pair of eyeglasses that made him look almost villainous—which went well with the sour look he wore on his face.
“Shut the door behind you,” McGrath ordered as she walked in.
Mackenzie did so and then walked to the other chair besi
