Rigor MortisChapter 35
I was sitting across the desk from my Uncle Joe about six weeks later ready to discuss my final report with him. His chief of staff Malcom Whittaker sat slightly to his left and behind him with a copy open on his lap. I knew he had probably gone over the thing with a fine-tooth comb and if he spotted anything over the line he would have already talked it over with my Uncle. I couldn’t tell from their poker faces if they loved it or hated it for reasons of their own. I had Julie sitting next...