The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

he used when he was trying to act not-worried.

“He was pretty stupid,” I said.

My supervisor made a small sound. Almost a laugh. “Get here.”

He hung up.

I sat there for maybe five seconds.

Then Derek yanked open the passenger door and leaned in. “What the hell is this?”

I nearly hit him.

“Get out.”

“No. You don’t get to play secret-agent games because I sold continue reading …