Karl
Agent McKesson called a couple hours after I'd spoken to Fed.
“We need to kill the deal,” she said when I told her about the change in venue of the meeting.
“Wait,” I yelled into the phone, surprise and anger fighting it out like two dogs in my head, “what? Go f**k yourself, McKesson, this deal's going on.”
“This is my op,” the FBI agent snapped back, “and I say we kill it.”
I took a deep breath, exhaled through my nose, counted to five. I'd have counted to ten, but I didn't think I'd have that much time before my window of winning her over closed forever. “Look,” I said. “Sorry for snapping. This is important to me, and it needs to go down. Look, like you said, Aleksey's a careful man, that's why he's been around so damned long, right?”
“Right,” she tentatively agreed. I could
