CHAPTER FORTY-SIXJessica
A flurry of activity followed. Billy was taken into custody.
Cops descended on the house, a typical brick rancher. A medic unit arrived at
the scene, its two occupants hustling a stretcher and drug box inside. George
and his twin took the drives and plugged them into a laptop. From the front
seat of their car, the agents were able to connect securely to the Internet
with a wireless hotspot device and email the files to their counterparts out
West.
George breathed a heavy sigh. “Thank God for wi-fi. It’s in
their hands now,” he said, eyes downcast. He looked up again at me. “We need to
debrief you.”
Great. Without a word, I opened the car’s back door and
slid inside. The way I slammed it shut conveyed how I felt.
George’s liquid brown eyes gazed at me,
