(Marcus)
The knock came exactly when I expected it. Three loud raps, authoritative and final.
"Mr. Sterling? FBI. We need to speak with you."
I set down my empty glass and walked to the door. My hands had stopped shaking, replaced by a strange numbness that felt almost worse. When I opened the door, two agents stood there with their badges out. A woman in her forties with steel gray hair pulled back severely, and a younger man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
"I'm Agent Maddox," the woman said. "This is Agent Briggs. We have some questions about your business dealings with several companies, including Phoenix Group and Genesis Industries."
Of course they did. Sophie hadn't just destroyed my contract. She'd handed over everything to the FBI like a perfectly wrapped present
