Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
A third man came around the corner.
Agent Robert Hayes wore a dark suit and carried a thick manila folder holding the federal restitution estimates.
He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
“Glenn Thomas?” Hayes said.
Glenn took a step back toward the exit.
“Who the hell are you?” Glenn asked.
“FBI.
Federal Bureau of Investigation,” Hayes said.
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