Karen Miller strode into the conference room, a black leather briefcase in her hand.
"Gentlemen."
Karen placed the briefcase on the conference table and unzipped it.
She pulled out a thick stack of documents and slapped them down on the tabletop.
"THUD."
The dull sound made Leo, who had been speaking in a low voice with Murphy, look up.
"We got him." A hint of undisguised glee was in Karen's voice.
Leo reached out and took the stack of documents.
A photograph was printed on the cover of the file.
The photo showed a young white man, about thirty years old, with a typical Washington politician's side part and a standard professional smile.
Name: Chad Evans.
"Who's this?" Frank leaned in, squinting at the photo. "Looks like an insurance salesman."
