wasn’t supposed to hear.
“He’s picked up people for a lot less than this.”
Miller remained silent.
Voss swaggered into his office and slammed the door. Through the glass, I saw him lounge in his leather chair, boots on his desk, and reach for his phone.
Then my government phone buzzed again inside the purse in Miller’s hands.
Miller studied the purse. After hesitating, he followed procedure and he unzipped it to inventory the contents and find my ID.
He removed my wallet and opened it. Leatherwallet accessories
Then he
