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After I hung up, Jake moved toward the folder. I stepped in front of it.
That belongs to me, he said.
No, I said. It belongs in evidence.
How much did you know before you came here, he asked.
Enough.
You let this happen.
I let you forge my signature?
You could’ve called me, he said. You could’ve warned me the feds were looking at it. But you came in here continue reading …
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