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behind a ceramic dove.
“If you want dinner, lick it off the floor!” My son-in-law mocked me after knocking my plate down, while making a toast at dinner. I stood up, adjusted my coat, and said three words that left him completely terrified!
“You always talk too much,” I said.
His face hardened. “What did you say?”
I stood and opened my coat.
Pinned inside was my old federal consultant badge, renewed six weeks earlier for a financial crimes task force.
Victor stared at it.
I smiled.
“You targeted the wrong woman.”
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