He'd taken this path many times during the two years he'd been with the FBI. He took a deep breath against the sense of raw power that emanated from within the massive walls and paused to look up at the bright blue sky. Somewhere up there, Cassie was on a flight to Tallahassee and a rendezvous with God knows what. He wondered again whether he should have gone with her. Doesn't matter. She's on her way, and I'm still here.Squaring his shoulders, he stepped from the sunshine to the fluorescent lights of the lobby and identified himself to the security guard at the entrance. “Eduardo Lopez is an old friend,” he explained and, closing his wallet over the badge inside, strode down the long, tiled corridor to the far end. He didn't know if Ed would be in the office or not, but it was worth a try.He was sitting behind the desk by the window and smiled when the door whispered open. “Hola, amigo. Cómo estás?” he asked, standing to shake Max's hand.Max grinned and responded with what little Spanish he remembered from high school.
