David sat in the small back room at Xavier’s house. The morning light came through the curtains. He stared at the papers in front of him. Someone had planted new evidence against him inside the FBI. The files showed bank transfers and photos that made it look like David was taking money from Aragua.
Xavier stood by the door with his arms crossed. “This is bad, David. Some agents are starting to believe it. They are asking questions about you. I defended you in the meeting this morning. I told them it was fake, but they are not sure anymore.”
David rubbed his face. “I knew this would happen. Vargas is smart. He wants me out of the way. I have to go underground now. I cannot move around freely anymore. I will stay hidden and work from the shadows.”
Xavier nodded slowly. “I will cover for
