sharp they met outside Brice’s office. Leal was a bit miffed that Ryan had paged both him and Hart reminding them to “dress nice.” As if we’d dress sloppy? he thought. He mulled over the events of the day in his mind, wondering if they’d catch any flack over rattling Martin Walker’s cage a little bit. But what the hell, he thought, sometimes you just gotta take the bull by the tail if you can’t reach the horns. Suddenly Brice’s door opened and he ushered them in, asking, “Where’s Smith?” Leal shrugged. “Guess he’ll be along shortly.” Inside Ryan was seated next to a big guy Leal knew was Murphy. Murph hadn’t changed much since Leal had last seen him, except the expanse of his gut seemed a bit more magnified. His cheeks had the red flush of someone who’d already had a couple at dinner. Ryan looked at them and flashed a thumbs-up. Turning, he introduced Murphy. “Glad to meet you,”
