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…

when I entered. “Morning, Marcus.”

“Morning.”

“Sit.”

I sat.

For the next two hours they walked me through every detail I had already replayed in my head twenty times. When had Derek first had access to my apartment? How often had he been inside? Had I ever discussed work in front of him? Was the device ever unattended outside my residence? Had Derek asked continue reading …