TWENTY-TWO
June 8 10:46 a.m.Amanda followed a young man down a short hallway to a conference room where two men in ties stood up to greet her. “Thanks for coming down, Ms. Harmon. I’m agent Pratt and this is agent Martinez.”
“Yeah, I remember you. It was only yesterday that you released the monster who attempted to r**e me.” She could hear the anger and frustration in her voice.
Pratt didn’t respond to her statement. He looked at her with a serious expression and said, “Our investigation has led us to some interesting information, Ms. Harmon.”
She gave him an impatient look and asked, “What would that be?”
“One of the items we took from your house was a sophisticated drone.” He looked at her and waited, but there was no discernable reaction. “This particular drone was equipped to carr
