Jassy
“None of it?” Karl, seated beside me, asked with a look of total dejection on his face. “You've got to be f*****g shitting me! I ruined my f*****g life over this!”
I silently shook my head, my fists resting on my thighs, balled up tighter than a w***e's p***y on her first day. I couldn't believe this. All that trouble, all that effort, Karl ruining his life, me not taking my shot.
We were sitting in the back of the FBI's surveillance van, surrounded by radio transmitters and blinking screens. I might have even thought it was cool, like we were in an episode of CSI: New Orleans or some s**t, but I was too damned pissed to think straight.
I just kept shaking my head, my teeth grinding away.
“There's just not enough there,” Claire explained. “We send that to a judge for a warrant t
