"You can't do this," she spat back. "I'm FBI; you can't just—" "I can," I cut her off, "and I will do worse if you don't heed my warning. I survived Chase Lockhart; I can promise you, Rebecca, I will crush you like a bug under my heel if you cross me again. Stay the fuck away from Zed. Move states. I never want to see your face in my territory again."
