Behind Marcus stood two armed federal tactical officers in midnight-blue Kevlar vests, their hands resting at low-ready on their duty holsters.
Diego’s jaw unhinged.
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His eyes darted from the gold badge to the two federal agents, his breath hitching into a high, wheezing gasp:
“Marcus…?” Diego choked out, his voice cracking like dry kindling. “Marcus, what the hell is this?! You’re my cousin! Why are you bringing federal agents to my wife’s doctor’s office?!”
Marcus Vance did not look at Diego with the warmth of a family member. He looked at him with the cold, immovable detachment of an executioner reviewing a capital indictment docket.
“I am not here as your cousin, Diego,” Marcus said, his voice flat as an iron anvil. “I am here as the Lead Case Controller for **Operation Broken Cradle**.”
