“Could you back up? Your breath is s**t,” Briar shrivelled her nose in disgust. She tried not to laugh when the woman tried to discretely breathe into her palm and sniff it. It was all absurd.
“Where is the USB Briar? If you watched one, you watched the other and then turned it in.”
“I didn’t,” she maintained her stance. “My story isn’t going to change, Samira.”
“Liev,” Samira started.
She snapped angrily, “is a f*****g asshole for sending you after me. He left me wet to go deal with whatever his business was Wednesday night. I’m not in the wrong. He left. Not me.”
“Is that why you got pissed off and turned in the USB to the French government?”
“I didn’t.”
“Liar.”
“I know French is your first language but is your English so limited you only know a few phrases and words? Liar? Where
