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…

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I was too tired to soften it. “I did. You just liked Derek’s version of me better.”

Nobody answered that one either.

An agent’s phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen and then at me.

“The buyer is in custody.”

The room tightened.

“Who is he?” I asked.

The older agent hesitated. “You’ll be briefed tomorrow. But you should know this is now under counterintelligence continue reading …