The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

girl on one hip. She wasn’t trying to stop me. She was watching Derek.

That told me plenty.

I drove.

The Thing About “Old” Equipment

By 8:35 I was in a gray interview room that smelled like burnt dust from old vents.

Two security officers. My supervisor. A legal rep from the agency who looked nineteen and had the face of a farm boy and the eyes of a tax continue reading …