I'd dealt with Casey quite a few times over the years and she always had a way of making me feel like I was the most dangerous man in the room, even when she had a whole squadron of cops at her back. When she finally pushed through the locked door leading from the offices and into the lobby, her eyes scanned me like a hawk eyeing its prey.
"What do you want?" she asked, not bothering to hide her disapproval.
"I got some information you'll be interested in," I told her, holding up the USB for her to see.
Her gaze flickered to the thumb drive, then back to me. "What kind of information?" she asked, her voice suspicious.
I hid a grin, knowing she didn't trust me. "The kind that will take down the whole Cartel operation," I replied, holding the thumb drive out to her. "Everything my uncle had on all his enemies, his partners, his dirty dealings."
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't reach for it. "What's the catch?"
"There isn't one," I replied. "Just take them down."
Casey's eyes searched mi
