CHAPTER TEN
In the tech department of the Dallas-Fort Worth FBI Field Office, David Hunter paced back and forth, thinking.
Not just about the case, unfortunately.
He’d missed most of Louie’s game, gotten there when they were in the bottom of the ninth. Just in time to see his son miss a pop fly.
Needless to say, Louie wasn’t happy. He was on his son’s s**t-list, big-time. He’d have to find some way to make it up to him.
But at least he’d gotten the files over to Mia. Hopefully, she was having a better time sorting through things than he was.
Now, though, they were about to have a breakthrough. He felt sure of it.
The guy at the lab table, an IT genius named Mark Hollins, huddled over the device, fingers working madly. He gave David an annoyed glance over the rim of his glasses. “Wou
