“Screw you, Jackson,” Shreve retorted. “Birds of a feather, guys. Hackers seek out other hackers to compare notes, pick up each other's tricks. I don't care how narrow the lead, if you come across anyone engaged in a cybercrime, bring 'em in, we wanna chat. And I don't mean on Facebook.”
“That page of yours could use some work, Dwight,” Hoyt said as he and Bob headed out the door.
“Screw you too, Wexford,” Shreve shot the bird at him.
“So you're Hoyt Wexford.”
“Last time I checked.”
The partners was confronted by two men who did not look like they belonged in the same area as the OCU team. They were of average height, though one was husky and the other quite slender. The older man had graying hair and a cherubic face featuring a Roman nose and Cupid bow lips. The younger man had a haw
