The camera on her lapel button rolled up and down with her gait, causing Alton to experience a mild wave of queasiness as he viewed the bobbing scene on his tablet computer. Like Mallory herself, Brent’s mixed heritage resulted in a pleasing appearance. His Japanese and Hawaiian features blended to produce a young man of delicate good looks and a thoughtful expression. In fact, he seemed to be thinking deeply as Mallory approached. “Brent Tanaka?” “Yes,” said Brent, standing. “Hi, I’m Mallory Wilson with the FBI.” She explained the nature of her investigation. Brent listened intently as she spoke, nodding occasionally. “Were you aware Chelsea received an anonymous e-mail message two days ago?” “Anonymous? Not for long—not in this company.” “That’s what we thought, but our…consultant, who is one of your employees, couldn’t track down the source.
