“Cole, you’re playing with life and death with these guys. I hope you know what you’re doing.”
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They left him for nearly four hours in that conference room. It was almost midnight when one of the agents in jeans walked back in by himself.
“Cole, you’re smart, I get that. But I don’t think you understand everything that is going on here. They don’t want you around anymore, so they gave you to us.”
Cole nodded, “I was fishing. That’s my story.”
The agent wasn’t pissed this time. He handed Cole an ice pack for his eye and said, “I know, man, but let’s be honest. You look like s**t. If you’ll work with us, we can help you. I mean it.”
Cole nodded again, put the bag against his still-swollen eye, and asked, “So what now?”
The agent looked at Cole for a second, took a breath, and said, “
