It was a tense meeting. Booth spoke to the woman at the end of the table.
"Ms. Lundborg, I know you're looking to make your splash with the Attorney General's office while Ms. Julian is on medical leave. However, even though the press has crucified John Hanover, there isn't enough forensic evidence against him for a conviction."
She sighed. "Agent Booth, there is circumstantial evidence linking Hanover to several domestic terrorism groups. That should be enough to convict if I can get some cooperation from your team."
"The Jeffersonian won't manufacture evidence to prove your case. They'll give us the facts. If the facts implicate Hanover, fine. If not we'll find another suspect, no matter what the press wants."
" Given your recent imprisonment, Agent Booth, I understand why you might be sensitive about such things. Perhaps your reliance on your wife and her team at the Jeffersonian has dulled your instincts. You must know deep down that Hanover is guilty."
Booth stood up. He was barely able to control his anger as he slammed the file on the table.
"It doesn't make any difference what I feel or what you think about the case. You need hard evidence to prove this case, not rumors. We have to stand for truth, or our whole system is broken. That's the only right way to do these things. If you aren't able to handle that, Ms. Lundborg, you need to look for a different profession."
Ms. Lundborg gathered her papers, and said with a sarcastic tone, "Thank you, Agent Booth. I'll take that under advisement."
Leaving the meeting, Booth struggled with his thoughts. In the past he would have done almost anything to get a conviction, but things were different now. He was uncomfortable with how things were happening. It was time for a change. It was time to walk away.