The room had been quiet for less than a minute when Silas heard the knock again.
He was still standing beside the desk, staring at the papers the officer had left in his hands. The room looked nothing like it had an hour earlier. Files had been pulled from drawers, folders were open across the desk, and several sheets had been left on the floor after Silas had searched through them in frustration.
His attention remained on the first page.
"Sir, they're waiting outside."
Silas looked toward the door. "Tell them I'll be there."
The man hesitated. "They said they need you to come with them."
"I heard you."
Silas placed the document back on the desk and walked toward the door. He had dealt with investigators before. He had dealt with regulators, lawyers, journalists, politicians, people who believed they had enough power to make him uncomfortable.
The IRS was different.
