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…

the chance.

Because by Sunday night, while the smell of my mother’s pot roast filled the house and everyone settled into their usual seats, Derek was already smiling like a man who thought he had done something clever.

The second I saw that smile, I knew my week had just split in half.

Part 2

My parents’ dining room always got too warm when the whole family continue reading …