The next morning, I took the USB drive to the FBI.
Not to Chen. Not to anyone from my old team. To a different department. The ATF liaison who handled weapons trafficking cases.
His name was Agent Marcus Webb. Mid forties. Experienced. No connection to the DeLuca investigation.
"I have evidence of illegal gun sales," I said, sliding the USB drive across his desk. "Major trafficking operation. Federal crimes. Enough to put someone away for decades."
He looked at me suspiciously. "And you are?"
"Someone who wants to see justice done. The identity doesn't matter. The evidence does."
"I can't just accept random evidence from anonymous sources."
"Then verify it. Check the shipping manifests against actual shipments. Cross reference the buyer names with known criminals. Run the serial num
