Alone, solitude provided Finne with a needed mental reprieve from all the information weighing down his head.
Alone. Truly, alone.
Finne knew his role was no longer to investigate but to marshal. Marshal the Jury he was now charged with leading. He was now more like judge than law enforcement. His input and leadership now guided the inner workings of America's most-secret decisions. He was chosen for this and had been surveilled for years by the same organization he now leads.
Fuck It!, Finne thought as he returned to the casino floor following the phone call he just faked in the men's room to compose himself.
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