Richard drew in a slow, deep breath and felt the cool air of the clinic office fill his chest.

On the screen, the tech stood under the overhead lamp, carefully working the toy’s seam open.

The small black drive slipped out of the canvas stuffing into the tech’s gloved hand.

Michael took the drive without saying anything and walked back out onto the gravel drive.

Ethan pulled against the two federal agents gripping his elbows by the fountain.

“This is a monumental mistake,” Ethan said, his voice calm and smooth in spite of the steel cuffs locked on his wrists.

“My lead counsel will get this search warrant thrown out before eight o’clock tonight.”