55: I Release You

I waited until he left the room before accessing the file. I had suspicions about the identity of the mole, but I needed confirmation, which I now had.

The drive didn't take long, and when I arrived at the quiet street lined with trees, it was late afternoon. I retrieved the silenced Glock from the glove compartment and concealed it in my jacket. I wanted to handle this situation cleanly. The car was in the driveway, and there were no visitors.

Moving around to the back of the house, the tall shrubs provided cover from prying neighbors. The small, run-down rancher had seen better days, with three rotten windows at the back. I found the back door unlocked and entered without being seen. A television was playing in the distance, but my instincts were on high alert. As I stepped into the living room, our eyes met, and it felt like a standoff. "You were expecting me."

"I figured there was no way you couldn't know," Shane said, sitting on the couch with his revolver on his lap.

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