“An all-male private club on Broad Street,” Briggs said, tapping on a blueprint visible in the photo from the apartment. “It’s the ultimate old-boys network where all of these executives do their off-the-record dealing. It represents everything that took his father’s life.”
“Good morning, everyone,” Briggs said, dropping his leather messenger bag onto a table. “I looked at the files on my way up. You are looking for a male, mid-30s, highly intelligent but socially isolated. This isn’t about money or politics. This is deeply personal. He feels slighted by the system, and Wall Street is his Goliath.” [S1E15] Scorched Earth
“He’s not here,” Maggie whispered, surveying the room. Her eyes fell on a pile of materials. “Kristen, we have lengths of pipe here, matching the bomb specs. But the calendar on the wall has today’s date circled in red.” “An all-male private club on Broad Street,” Briggs