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or Kobe was good with basketball. Before the agents had even come into the office and arrested her, she’d set up a digital time lock on a massive file and sent it out into the world. Since it was set up on a torrent and the key to the lock would be released in a week, his back was up against a wall. Nobody knew what she had uploaded in the big data file, but that wasn’t his worry, it was the technoweenies. They were going to try everything from blackmail to drug induced interrogation techniques on her. Khamenei had briefly offered up his services for a more active interrogation, but again had decided against it. His ass was already on the line.

The same voice that had once pulled ADA Winters’ strings during the special prosecutor’s investigation was now pulling his. Again.

Jeff Daniels had just stepped out of the shower. He had a date later on with Kerry and wanted to look good. He’d scraped the days whiskers off again, and splashed some water on his face to rinse the lather off. As he was toweling off his hair for the second time his cell phone rang, his personal phone. He looked at it and saw the Fort Smith area come up in the caller ID, but it was a different number. He only knew a few guys he golfed with from high school who lived up there, and this number wasn’t one of them.

“Hello?”

“Officer Daniels, this is the guy who gave you a tip about Agent Kendricks, do you remember me?”

“I do, but your voice changer sounds different. How do I know this is really you?”

“I told you when and where he would be, then I showed up with his team. I was one of the agents there who was tarred and feathered.”

That got Daniels’ attention.

“You’re still not telling me anything that couldn’t have been pieced together by what happened in public.”

“You remember the lady agent? Hispanic or Indian mixed heritage? She looked a lot different with the heavy gear off.”

“And when she got down to her underwear and tank top…”

“You caught me looking and rolled your eyes.”

“Tommy, Thompson...”

“Thomas,” the voice on the line said, then there was a rustling, and the voice changer was removed because his voice came out normal. “I need you to believe me now.”

“What’s going on?” Daniel’s asked him, knowing the agent was potentially blowing his cover because he was pretty sure his phone was being listened in on by the feds.

“Doctor Khamenei,” Thomas said quietly.

“Isn’t that the dude who set up the kidnapping?” Jeff asked him, knowing from what he’d heard from the group and Kerry that the answer was most likely yes.

“Yes, and it was his team that was responsible for the sheriff’s murder.”

“We need to meet,” Daniels said, jumping as his front doorbell began ringing suddenly.

He needed a pen and paper. He tore off into the kitchen and pulled out his junk drawer and got one of the spare notepads and pens he kept there.

“We’re going to have to. I’m going to need protection and—” The rest was drowned out by the sound of the doorbell.

“Hold on, I couldn’t hear you, give me half a second.”

Daniels ran to the front door and pulled it open. Kerry stood there, a quizzical look on her face as he motioned her inside and took off running for the kitchen again. He got back to his pad of paper and started writing as Thomas started talking.

Kerry came inside and closed the front door and then put her back against it and watched. Jeff was on a phone call. He looked worried and was writing frantically. She thought about taking her phone out and taking a picture and then discarded the idea. He was obviously having a moment and she didn’t want to cheapen whatever was going on by ruining it, so she stood by the front door and kept still, watching, waiting. Jeff asked the caller to repeat what he’d just said and then started writing. Then he gave out his home address, something she knew he rarely did, ever. He assured whoever was calling that he would be able to pull it off and then hung up. He looked at his phone a second, then the notepad, then tossed the phone and started pacing.

Kerry knew it was a serious moment for him, but she couldn’t help giggling. Jeff saw her and startled like he’d forgotten she was there, and walked quickly over to her.

“We have to get ahold of the farm. Other than that call, the rest of this needs to be handled on a face-to-face basis.”

“Ok, I can head there right now,” Kerry told him.

“I’ll go with you. I just need to find my keys,” Daniels said, turning back to the counter.

“I think you’re forgetting something, Hun,” Kerry drawled, still amused despite the severity of the situation, it was just too rich for her not to mention it.

“What?” Jeff asked, turning to her.

“Um… How are you going to protect and serve without any clothes on?”

Jeff looked down, then back up at Kerry, his eyes going wide. She dropped him a wink. He fled to the bedroom, cursing a blue streak.

Thirty-Six

Rob was working with the dogs and teaching Andrea and Leah the commands he used. They had seen it and used some of it, but he was making sure the dogs knew to follow them if the gave the command, no matter who was at the farm. Ranger was always happy when he saw the bite sleeve come out, but Roscoe was falling asleep sitting up, holding the command. He was the kind of dog that needed more treats to be coaxed into doing anything, but when the chips had been down, his instincts had saved Anna’s life.

“Heel up,” Leah called in a deeper than normal tone.

Both dogs stood quickly and fell in line with her. “Follow,” Leah said and started walking towards Rob and

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