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The cabin was huge with triangle-shaped windows under the roof line extending to the wraparound deck.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“It’s nice. It belongs to a senator,” Max said. “They’re donating it to the joint task force so that we can nail Masterson, the sheik, and a few others. It’s all one big trafficking ring, and even when they’re competing with each other, they work with each other on occasion as well.”
“I suppose it’s good to have friends,” I muttered.
Max laughed. “No kidding. Ah, here’s Bea. She’s your new handler–for now. That’s all I know. Bea, how’s it going?”
“See? You at least know how to deliver a package,” the business-dressed blonde woman said.
“Brandon bring one in damaged again?” he sighed.
“If he’d been a pizza, we’d have lost the pepperoni in transit,” she lam
