The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

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“You happy now?” he snapped at me. “You always wanted this. Everybody seeing me screw up so you can finally be the smart one.”

That one almost got me.

Because some ugly little piece of me, a piece I’d spent years pretending I didn’t have, had wanted exactly that once or twice. Not the federal part. Not the danger. But the unveiling. The continue reading …