me. No sooner had he turned his back to me than I brought my cuffed hands down and slammed them on the back of his neck, stunning him.
He slumped to the floor, moaning, his badge and ID card landing on the carpet.
I grabbed them and stared at the gold badge for a long moment. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The government creds looked oh so real.
A sick feeling hit me.
Jesus.
I’d just clocked a G-man.
Chapter Four
I spent the next two hours sitting half-nude in a gray room with no AC and no windows, taking a polygraph test. Back and forth went the convo like a volleyball on steroids. Two guys and a woman in plainclothes grilling me.
No one cracked a smile.
Them asking and then me answering questions about my ex-boss, his office manager, the other programmers, even the cleaning staff.
I was surprised they didn’t ask me what birth control I used.
“Did Mr. Briggs make overseas trips?” they wanted to know. “Ask you to make bank deposits for him? Pay you in cash?”
“I write code,” I said, trying to keep my cool. It wasn’t easy. Sweat dripped down between my breasts. I didn’t dare wipe it away. They’d probably book me for lewd conduct. “I spend my workday up to my eyeballs in funny symbols. Believe me, not one of them is a dollar sign.”
“What about the other programmers?” they asked. “Did any of them boast about making extra cash? Give you the idea they may be in on the operation?”
“No.”
“Any strangers hanging around who looked suspicious?”
I rolled my eyes and then shot a glance over to Agent Steve Raines, trying to keep a straight face. I could rat him out, make him squirm, but I had a better idea.
“There was this delivery guy who came on to me in the copy room....” I added the “delivery” bit to make it sound good. It wasn’t a big lie, so I hoped the machine wouldn’t notice.
“Yes?”
I adjusted my glasses and said in a bored voice, “But he didn’t make much of an impression on me.”
He coughed.
Gotcha.
“Any unusual emails? Computer files compromised? Strange deliveries to the office?” someone asked me.
My inner geek bell went off. Now things were getting too close to home. If they found out I hacked into my ex-boss’s computer, I’d be headed off to the gray bar hotel pronto.
I had to throw them off course.
“Yeah,” I said in a husky, dramatic voice that would make Cindy proud. “We had some weird stuff going on last week.”
A hush fell over the room.
“Tell us, Miss O’Malley.” They leaned in, waiting to hear what I had to say.
I grinned big. “Some jerk at the deli sent over a goat-cheese-and-broccoli pizza instead of our usual double cheese, double pepperoni. The guys were pissed.”
Faces crunched, teeth clenched. My attempt at humor didn’t go over well. The lie detector machine screeched to a halt. The operator shook his head and the feds whispered among themselves, giving me dirty looks.
I waited for them to decide my fate.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. My heart pounded in my chest like a bad ringtone.
Finally—
“You attacked a federal agent, Miss O’Malley,” said the interrogator with a stiff shirt collar and a stiffer dick, by the bulge in his pants. He kept eyeballing my sweaty cleavage spilling out of my kimono. “That’s a crime and a punishable offense.”
“ He pounced on me ,” I said, pointing to the man who fucked me in the copy room. I refused to admit to anything. I knew my rights.
“What Miss O’Malley means,” interrupted Agent Steve Raines, clearing his throat, “is that she believed I was a threat to her. She had no idea of my identity.”
I blinked, disbelieving. He was lying. He’d clearly identified himself. Then I caught my G-man hottie giving them a look that said to go easy on me. My eyes widened. What was up?
“She broke the law, Steven,” another agent chimed in. Female. Pretty in a classy way. Perfect hair. High heels. Higher IQ. I’d get no reprieve from her. “No
He slumped to the floor, moaning, his badge and ID card landing on the carpet.
I grabbed them and stared at the gold badge for a long moment. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The government creds looked oh so real.
A sick feeling hit me.
Jesus.
I’d just clocked a G-man.
Chapter Four
I spent the next two hours sitting half-nude in a gray room with no AC and no windows, taking a polygraph test. Back and forth went the convo like a volleyball on steroids. Two guys and a woman in plainclothes grilling me.
No one cracked a smile.
Them asking and then me answering questions about my ex-boss, his office manager, the other programmers, even the cleaning staff.
I was surprised they didn’t ask me what birth control I used.
“Did Mr. Briggs make overseas trips?” they wanted to know. “Ask you to make bank deposits for him? Pay you in cash?”
“I write code,” I said, trying to keep my cool. It wasn’t easy. Sweat dripped down between my breasts. I didn’t dare wipe it away. They’d probably book me for lewd conduct. “I spend my workday up to my eyeballs in funny symbols. Believe me, not one of them is a dollar sign.”
“What about the other programmers?” they asked. “Did any of them boast about making extra cash? Give you the idea they may be in on the operation?”
“No.”
“Any strangers hanging around who looked suspicious?”
I rolled my eyes and then shot a glance over to Agent Steve Raines, trying to keep a straight face. I could rat him out, make him squirm, but I had a better idea.
“There was this delivery guy who came on to me in the copy room....” I added the “delivery” bit to make it sound good. It wasn’t a big lie, so I hoped the machine wouldn’t notice.
“Yes?”
I adjusted my glasses and said in a bored voice, “But he didn’t make much of an impression on me.”
He coughed.
Gotcha.
“Any unusual emails? Computer files compromised? Strange deliveries to the office?” someone asked me.
My inner geek bell went off. Now things were getting too close to home. If they found out I hacked into my ex-boss’s computer, I’d be headed off to the gray bar hotel pronto.
I had to throw them off course.
“Yeah,” I said in a husky, dramatic voice that would make Cindy proud. “We had some weird stuff going on last week.”
A hush fell over the room.
“Tell us, Miss O’Malley.” They leaned in, waiting to hear what I had to say.
I grinned big. “Some jerk at the deli sent over a goat-cheese-and-broccoli pizza instead of our usual double cheese, double pepperoni. The guys were pissed.”
Faces crunched, teeth clenched. My attempt at humor didn’t go over well. The lie detector machine screeched to a halt. The operator shook his head and the feds whispered among themselves, giving me dirty looks.
I waited for them to decide my fate.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. My heart pounded in my chest like a bad ringtone.
Finally—
“You attacked a federal agent, Miss O’Malley,” said the interrogator with a stiff shirt collar and a stiffer dick, by the bulge in his pants. He kept eyeballing my sweaty cleavage spilling out of my kimono. “That’s a crime and a punishable offense.”
“ He pounced on me ,” I said, pointing to the man who fucked me in the copy room. I refused to admit to anything. I knew my rights.
“What Miss O’Malley means,” interrupted Agent Steve Raines, clearing his throat, “is that she believed I was a threat to her. She had no idea of my identity.”
I blinked, disbelieving. He was lying. He’d clearly identified himself. Then I caught my G-man hottie giving them a look that said to go easy on me. My eyes widened. What was up?
“She broke the law, Steven,” another agent chimed in. Female. Pretty in a classy way. Perfect hair. High heels. Higher IQ. I’d get no reprieve from her. “No
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