Realizing they weren't going to say anything, Nestler's expression changed.

Nestler stared down the long, gleaming conference table at her.

But if Nestler knew, he'd have to launch a formal investigation.

And two green leather chairs in front of Nestler's desk.

Nestler dropped his pen to the pad in front of him.

Nestler said that, and from all indications, he was sincere.

"Okay, Nestler wants his project funded, and he needs clinical studies to get it."

Nestler paused and looked from person to Person around the table.

Now she'd learned Nestler's clout ran straight up the chain of command.

His voice remaining leavel, Nestler shot him a warning look.

Maybe Nestler was one of the good guys.

"So Nestler still could be working with Hackett or against him."

Either way, Nestler knows we're after the truth.

During that conversation, Tracy remembered every word she had ever heard about Nestler.

Holtz and Nestler are nice guys, but they have a lot to learn about chain of command, along with everything else.

Jotting some notes to himself on the pad, Nestler stopped abruptly and looked back at her.

Then, it only makes sense that Nestler's also corrupt."

Nestler offered you a new ID so you can stay in the field.

"Under the circumstances, we'll forget that," Nestler told her. '

In the last five months, Mr. Nestler said, he has seen 10 percent of his clients lower their asking prices.

Nestler paused, stared at Adam a long moment.

Rapping a pen against his desk blotter, Nestler weighed their comments.

Nestler stared at Tracy, long and hard.

Nestler dropped his voice to a whisper.

Nestler's eyes shone with compassion and pity, yet his grip on Adam's shoulder tightened.