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Ten days. A week and a half without answers. Without action.
Holt was beyond twitchy. He knew how to wait. How to hold out for the right moment to execute a directive. But this wasn’t the sort of fight he’d been trained for. He didn’t have the computer or investigative skills necessary to undo the damage that had been done. So he had to rely on others. Some, like Cash, he trusted. Others, like the FBI agents allegedly working to prove Raynor’s current felonious activity, in addition to shoring up whatever weaknesses existed in the original case, he didn’t. Oh, he was sure they were doing their jobs. But it wasn’t their families, their livelihoods on the line, so they weren’t motivated in the same way. Holt needed to put an end to this. And while he knew countless ways to track down an
