As Walt pulled into the empty parking lot at just past 11:00 a.m. on Sunday morning, a wave of nostalgia came over him. He hadn’t called the Bureau of Criminal Investigation his employer for twenty years. But he’d cut his teeth here, and the place held good memories. He relished them until he saw the lone car parked in front of the building. He knew it belonged to his old boss. Scott Sherwood was on his shit list.

Walt pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine. He saw Sherwood standing in front of the BCI building, whose glass facade reflected his image back at Walt as if he were watching himself on a theater screen. He had now seen Scott Sherwood exactly twice in the last fifteen years. Today, and three weeks earlier when Sherwood crashed the survivors meeting at the Ascent Lounge with the sole purpose of figuring out where Walt was spending his time. The “accidental” meeting had given Jim Oliver just enough information to track Walt down in Jamaica and start him on his current course. He no more wanted to talk with Scott Sherwood this morning than he wanted a hemorrhoid removed.

“Walt Jenkins,” Scott said with a huge smile as Walt climbed from his car. “Twice in one year. Go figure.”

“Fuck off, Scott,” Walt said, closing the door and walking up to his old boss. Illogical reasoning allowed Walt to be less angry with Jim Oliver for planting Sherwood at the survivors meeting than he was with Sherwood for going along with it. Perhaps it was because, as a former surveillance agent, Walt appreciated Oliver’s cleverness in finding him. The truth was more likely that Walt was frustrated with himself for having taken the bait.

“What’s gotten into you?” Sherwood asked.

“I’m not in the mood, Scott. I know our little run-in the other day was bullshit. You were a plant. Do you think I’m too stupid to figure it out?”

“Jesus Christ, settle down. The FBI came knocking on my door. They literally knocked on the front door of my house. Was I supposed to turn them away? Sorry, pal, I don’t carry that kind of clout. Jim Oliver said he needed to figure out where you were holed up. Said it was important. I didn’t know it was going to put you in a bind.”

“It hasn’t,” Walt said in a dismissive tone. “I just don’t like being played. Do you have what I need?”

“Yeah,” Scott said. “I found it about an hour ago. Hidden way in the back of the evidence room. What’s so important about it?”

“It’s just an old case, Scott. I was asked to look into it; that’s all I can tell you.”

“Does it have to do with the Maggie Greenwald scandal?”

“I’m about to find out. Where is it?”