Chapter 23 FBI Seal

• "Don't look down," Casian commanded, his baritone voice a low, vibrating growl against her ear as the private elevator doors slid open in the basement garage.
• Megan didn't avert her eyes. She stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, her sharp hazel eyes taking in every detail of the pristine stainless-steel interior.
• The man lay slumped in the corner of the elevator car, dressed in a muted grey suit. A single, neat entry wound sat at the base of his skull, the blood pooling dark and heavy over the polished steel floor. Slid near his outstretched fingers was a leather credential case, open to reveal a gold shield and the laminated photo ID of Special Agent Marcus Brody, Federal Bureau of Investigation.