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…

at her eyes in the passenger seat.

Dad clapped Derek on the shoulder. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Derek said too fast. “Just business stuff.”

We sat. Plates clinked. Kids asked for more rolls. My mother scolded Sophie for checking her phone. Uncle Tom started in on some story about somebody’s son buying a condo in Arlington. I already knew where continue reading …