“I hardly think the fact you were adopted almost thirty years ago will have anything to do with our target. He would have been fifteen at the time.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Pushed a button?” Ken asked.
Sean sighed. “It shouldn’t have. Just, sometimes, I wonder who she was. Anyway…” He turned his attention back to Jonah. “Who are we after?”
Jonah got a thick file sitting on one of the computer desks, sat down at the table, and opened it. “His name is Brian Cox. He founded a non-profit adoption agency approximately five years ago, walked away from it two years later, and now poses as a legal expert on adoption proceedings—with some justification, considering he did run the agency.”
“Why do I sense a ‘but’ in there, and why are we getting involved?” Ken asked.