Edden, do you still have that pink folder I gave you last spring?” “The one with the disc and datebook containing evidence that Trent Kalamack is a manufacturer and distributor of illegal genetic products?” The squat man grinned. “Yeah. I keep it by my bed for when I can’t sleep at night.” My jaw dropped. “You weren’t supposed to open it unless I went missing!” “I peek at my Christmas presents, too,” he said.
