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“Hey, man,” said a jubilant Kyle MacKerron.
“Cool Mac!” Cade laughed. “What the hell are you doing to me, man? You’ve gone all 007 on me.”
There were three other people in the room seated at a heavy steel table. Each stood up as Cade entered—two men and one very attractive female. Cade’s eyes stopped on her. He tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. Otherwise it looked like a business suit convention in the small, cement room.
“Hey, sorry, man. It couldn’t be avoided,” said Kyle. “Don’t worry; we’re going to explain everything. This is Special Agent Stephen Bolz out of our San Diego office. He’s in charge of . . . ah, well, he’s in charge of what we’re going to explain to you. This is Special Agent David Stark, the agent in charge of the FBI’s Atlanta field office.”
Cade shoo
