While Jordan mulled it over, Debra dumped a pile of badges from her bag onto the table.
"Are these enough?" she asked. "I've got more."
He was stunned, and she continued, "These are from overseas and Orkgate. Pick your poison."
"Hold up," he said. "Overseas, sure, but Orkgate? Where'd you get those?"
"Don't have them yet," she admitted, pulling out a flash drive. "But if you want, I can. This has all the dirt the Lowe Group's collected on Orkgate's big shots. That place is a mixed bag, with tons of Illuminati members. With this, we can make them help us."
"Drake gave you that?"
"Who else? This stash is gold. I used to think it was shady, but now? It's perfect for dealing with these creeps. Fight fire with fire."
"Don't you think Drake's a little too nice to you?" He waved it off. "Anyway, this makes things easier. Overseas is locked down tight after your sweep, but Orkgate is looser. I'll head there."
"You can't leave. Seamar City needs you. I'll go."
"You sure about that? What's your excuse for going this time?"
The Trennery family was new money, no match for McKinney Group or the Four Great Families.
Now faced with the crack team, he could only bluff.
Debra's voice was ice. "Nice move, sending your daughter to Seamar City to bother my husband. You've got the nerve to ask why I'm here."
Grover smirked, catching on. "Oh. You know, kids grow up and fall for someone. It's normal. Young folks should chase love. I can't stop her. If you're so sure of your marriage, why barge in here yelling? Not very classy, huh?"
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