![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Then Trav glances up and smiles at his reflection in the glass, but I know he’s actually directing it at me. I want to tell my boss I won’t get any information from interrogating Trav, but I already know what his response will be. How could I have been so wrong when I was convinced that Jason Carter was one of the biggest drug lords in the US with ties to Mexican cartels. ![]() Maybe if we’d found the drugs, my unwitting tryst with a suspect could be forgiven. How am I supposed to go in there and act like I haven’t had his dick inside me? Worse yet, how am I supposed to stop him from spilling our history, however brief, while I’m questioning him? “Well, he’s the only one who hasn’t lawyered up, but he’s refusing to speak to anyone but you.” At a bar.” Where he made me come so hard I almost blacked out. I should’ve walked away the minute he pulled his amazing cock out of my ass. “He knows you by name.”Īnd thanks to the file I was given, I know his full name. “He’s asking for you,” Special Agent Walker says. Two: Find absolutely no evidence at the scene.Īnd three: Sleep with your fucking target.Īs I stare into the interrogation room behind a two-way mirror at the man who, in my own words, fucks like a god, I want to recoil in embarrassment and shame.ĭefinition of irony: Newly promoted DEA agent has sex with drug smuggler. Three ways to tank your career with one botched raid. ![]()
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