My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…

swallowed. “You came.”

“The FBI wants information. Don’t make me regret it.”

He looked down, then nodded once.

There was a long pause while he searched for a tone that might still work on me. Big brother. Casual. Ashamed. Defensive. He ended up somewhere plain and ugly.

“I didn’t know he was foreign intel,” he said.

“That’s how you want to start?”

“I’m serious.continue reading …