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I sat down at my desk, and Becca gave me a strange look. “You okay?”
“I accidentally punched Troy,” I said, staring blankly at Pratt’s file.
“What?” She chuckled. “Seriously?”
I shrugged.
“Considering all the times he tried to mansplain IT security s**t to me, I’d say he had it coming. What’d he do this time?”
“Put his hand on my shoulder.” When Becca raised an eyebrow, I continued. “Not in a s****l way. I think he was checking if I was all right.”
“That’ll teach him. Seriously, though, you going to be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. Especially once I track down Barclay Dietz.”
“And then what? You going to arrest him or…” She let it hang, as if uncertain where to go with it. She knew me well.
“I’ll decide that when I find him. Would I kill him in cold blood? I can’t tell you how many ti
