TwentyT. J. was pissed off and scared. Pissed off because she was painfully aware that her training, life, had not prepared her for what she’d stumbled into. Why’d she let Mac talk her into such a mess? What was this “we’re all amateurs” bullshit? Pissed off enough, for sure, to request the sheriff’s department’s cooperation in an official-like investigation, reminding them that CFRC was fronting the bill. Outsourcing sounded good to Austin; with the sheriff’s permission she filed for the Real World subpoena herself, fast-tracking it online. And now she fidgeted, waited. Damn, she had so looked forward to that Buddhist retreat.
Scared because she couldn’t comprehend her surroundings. For several days she’d been poring over surveillance files. Mac’d been right. There was no coverage, none,
