The Morning After My Sister’s Funeral Her Boss Called Me With a Warning Not to Tell My Family

the warrants. Your brother thinks he can still manage you.”

“He’ll try to meet me,” I said.

“Let him. Not at the house. Public location. Wide sight lines. I’ll have two agents in the area.”

He placed the mic device on the table. Small, clean, the kind of thing that clips under a jacket collar.

“I’ve worn smaller,” I told him.

“I know,” he said. He didn’t continue reading …