The man flinched but covered the sign of his unease with a wide grin. “As soon as an agent is available, I’ll show you right back.” He motioned to the table along the wall. “Have a cup of coffee and a donut while you wait.” Ethan didn’t bother glancing in the direction of the coffeepot. Instead, he kept his gaze on the human dressed in a cheap cotton polo and khaki pants a size too small until beads of sweat dotted the other male’s forehead. “I was told someone would be available immediately to speak with me. I’ve waited an hour already.” The man tugged at his shirt. “I’m sorry about that. Please have a seat, and I’ll go see what the holdup is.” The clerk disappeared through a door and left Ethan alone in the quiet room. The office reminded him of many he’d seen over the years—tables with magazines strewn on them flanking uncomfortable chairs, generic industrial carpeting, and ugly paintings.
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