On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence
“I waited until three in the morning, when the whole house was quiet.”
“Tell me about this drive,” Richard said.
“It’s a little gray flash drive with a black rubber cap,” Emily said.
“I plugged it into the back of his desktop tower.”
“How long were you sitting at the keyboard?” Richard asked.
“Four minutes,” she said softly, her voice fading… “I copied the whole folder called Audit Archives.”
Richard watched her face, noticing how steady she sat despite how utterly exhausted she was.
“You knew what was in those files,” Richard said.