“So.” He locked eyes with her. “What’s this all about? Why—” “Listen.” Harper shook her head. “To begin with, there’s some things I can’t tell you.” “I don’t see the point of keeping secrets, Ms. Harper.” “Espy. Please.” “Okay. Espy. I know your name. I know you work for the DOJ—” “You don’t know anything, Detective. Believe me.” “Mike.” “Okay. Mike.” She took a sip of her tea. “You have no idea what’s really going on here.” “So what did you want to talk about? You gonna threaten me? Tell me what’s gonna happen if I don’t keep quiet?” “No. Not at all.” She set her tea down. “You’re here because we’d like your help.”
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