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Devil
“I put together a nice little breadcrumb trail,” I tried explaining for the second time.
“Why the f**k didn’t you just toss all the evidence into one email?” Ryker asked, arms crossed and scowling from where he stood leaning against the office wall.
“Just trying to make sure none of this s**t can come up as inadmissible in court. It’s gotta be authentic.”
“They’re the f*****g FBI,” Ryker argued. “They can pretty much do anything. No goddamn court will argue with them if they don’t want ‘em to.”
“If that was the case,” Ricky muttered from his chair, eyes closed and head tipped back against the wall, “then they wouldn’t even need this evidence, now, would they?”
“Just send it,” Vigil said, his tone firm. “Let’s get this f*****g ball rolling.”
I hit the send button, the tensi
