"Broots?" Parker snorts, and looks amused. "It took the FBI two weeks to catch him, with a dedicated team of four experts working 24 hours a day. The computers here didn't know what hit them."
"Chilling. Chilling. I'm icy in my perfection." Parker glares at the printout of the email, then rips it up into little pieces. "Where's my lighter?"
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"Chilling. Chilling. I'm icy in my perfection." Parker glares at the printout of the email, then rips it up into little pieces. "Where's my lighter?"