Chapter 7 - CORNERED BEAST
The FBI needed definitive proof of Ryan attempting to retrieve the drive on behalf of the syndicate to solidify the conspiracy charges. I volunteered to be the bait.
Marcus was furious, but I was tired of running. I was tired of being the victim.
We set the meeting at a public park downtown, swarming with undercover agents disguised as joggers, dog walkers, and tourists. I sat on a park bench, the cold wind biting at my healing face, a heavy wire taped to my chest beneath my coat.
Ryan approached from the east path. He looked frantic, his designer suit wrinkled, dark circles under his eyes. He sat on the opposite end of the bench, scanning the area nervously.
"Do you have it?" he demanded, his voice tight.
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"I want you to admit what you did to me first," I said, keeping my voice steady.
"I threw hot coffee on you because you were being a defiant bitch!" he hissed, his temper flaring. "Is that what you want to hear? Fine. I'm sorry. Now give me the drive, Emily, or Moretti's men are going to kill us both. I laundered thirty million dollars for them, and if I don't give them the backup, I'm dead."
