I Let Him Finish Laughing First

directly at him.

Smiled.

Then reached into my pocket for the small device the agents had been waiting for all evening.

Six Months Earlier

I clicked the remote once.

The giant screen behind Preston blinked from a sepia engagement photo to a spreadsheet.

Not the kind people put in wedding slideshows.

Rows. Dates. account numbers. Wire transfers.

At first nobody continue reading …