Chapter Twenty-Seven
Somewhere in the Midwest…weeks later…
It was time to collect Destiny’s co-conspirator. Only this time it would take a whole other type of cavalry to take him down.
We’d planned it for weeks.
Admittedly, we hadn’t planned it—the FBI took on that component—but from the start, we insisted on being front and center when it went down.
We must have made a compelling argument—our request was grudgingly granted with the understanding that we would not, in fact, be allowed front and center but could witness the operation from a safe, FBI-approved distance.
We’d always known we’d be fighting an uphill battle, the first being that they’d find our story believable. After they took their own sweet time double-checking our facts, however, they created a task force that would
