Agent Greg Pullman. He flashed his FBI badge and introduced himself. His head was massive and blunt, shaped like a boulder left behind by a retreating glacier. A neatly trimmed but graying beard framed his mouth, giving him the air of something barely civilized. The skin beneath his dark eyes sagged in heavy pouches, the way a bloodhound’s did—eyes that had seen too much and never quite closed all the way again. See more