Once my lawyer is through with you, you’ll look like such colossal fuck-up, you won’t stand a chance getting into the FBI.” She flicks her hair back as she stands. “Oh, that whole thing? My mistake,” she says. “Obviously you’re a fine, upstanding member of the community.” I’m not sure how she’ll pass off a mistake like that to her superiors—but that’s her problem. “You can explain all that to my lawyer.”
