Chapter 131

After the funeral rites concluded, FBI director Michael Free drove Susan Robbins back home in his armored GMC. Upon arrival, they entered the house to find Alan, leisurely walking on the treadmill with an aide nearby.

The aide halted the machine, but Alan remained on it. He greeted, "Hey there, Mister Director, how's things in Washington?"

"I need you back on duty, but instead, you get yourself injured just to kick back and collect some workers' comp," Director Free retorted.

"You bet, Mister Director. Word has it, a few more seconds and you wouldn't have had to fret about me filing for comp time."

"Same story I heard, Alan. That's why I'm paying you a visit."

"So, you're saying you didn't swing by just to admire my charming mug and watch me strut on this treadmill?"

"Well, as thrilling as all that sounds, I'm here to give Susan this, and I figured I