Chapter 86

• "I'm telling you right now: I'm not going to fuck her." I frown at the agents, who adjust the audio on the tiny microphones in my cufflinks while glued to their laptop screens.
• "Obviously not. The last thing we want is sex. "How would we explain that to a judge?" asks Tomas, the Cuban agent.
• I let out a sigh. I had assumed that this would have ended by now between our talk with Santoro and Zoey's proposition. I thought there would be sufficient proof to make an arrest and continue.