On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence
“Is it really safe for us to go?” Emily asked.
“Federal marshals locked down the perimeter of this facility two hours ago,” Sarah said.
“And tomorrow morning’s transport vehicle is already parked down in the lower service bay.”
“And Ethan?” Emily asked.
“Right now he’s sitting in a federal holding cell in Nashville,” Sarah said.
“His defense lawyer tried filing three different motions to push back the first hearing, but the magistrate turned down every one of them after reading the affidavits.”
Sarah shut the green folder with a sharp snap of the silver clip.