Chapter 27 The Burden Of A Name

Makros was at his desk in his office, scanning the thick dossier in front of him, going over the pages with deliberate concentration. Reports, budgets, surveillance transcripts, seemed like jigsaw pieces. It was not that he was unaware of the broad sweep of things, but it was the minute details, the nuances, that took work. Effort which no one may ever be able to comprehend.