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of their organization. Find the source. Who’s laundering their money, where it all goes, and who benefits.”
    Mitch opened and closed his mouth, groping for words, perplexed about why his commander felt it necessary to rehash old, day-one information. Incomprehension colored his tones. “Pardon me, sir, I don’t understand where this is going.” Mitch stood stiffly with his feet firmly planted and his hands behind his back. “The mission was successful. We have people behind bars who wouldn’t have been there otherwise. The prosecution has a strong case, based on the months of evidence we obtained.”
    Mitch adjusted his stance to the balls of his feet. This wasn’t going the way he anticipated. Despite his regulation suit and tie, the beard and too-long hair tied back in a ponytail made him feel grubby. He wanted to shed the false persona and get back to some form of normalcy. Why’s the old man giving me a hard time?
    The muscles of his thighs tightened in a take-flight response to the darkening pallor of Boulet’s face. Bracing himself, Mitch refolded his hands behind his back.
    Boulet’s lips thinned and he stared at Mitch for a pregnant moment through the slits of his heavy lidded eyes. “We’re a long way from a successful prosecution. Do you understand what kind of danger you put the operation in? Foolish, rookie behavior.” The Chief paused, wiping a hand across his brow before pulling sheets of paper from a file on the side of his heavy mahogany desk.
    Mitch shifted his weight subtly to his toes. Light dawned and his gut clenched. Oh shit, he found out about the accident .
    “When we put this kind of undercover operation together, it’s important for all members to be protected. Which means…” Boulet’s brow folded over his eyes in a deep scowl. “No known associations.”
    “Chief, I can—”
    “You were made, Mitch. Your cover blown. A woman claiming Michael Ward’s not your real name passed the phony driver’s license into a local cop shop. In fact, she went one step further and announced your real name–Mitchell Morgan—to the officer.” Boulet’s hand slapped the table. “You’re goddamned lucky it was the day of the bust.”
    “I don’t…” Who? What woman?
    “I can’t imagine what kind of fiasco of police incompetence would have ensued if she turned up the day before,” he said, lifting his hands in the air, exasperated.
    Mitch had the impression, the older man was working himself up to a full head of steam. Boulet’s face had the color of ripe prunes.
    Mitch couldn’t seem to make his diaphragm work properly. His shallow breaths made it impossible to concentrate, while his boss’s penetrating stare looked through him like an x-ray. Finally Boulet turned in disgust to gaze out the window.
    Mitch followed Boulet’s lead and stared through the dusty window to the parking lot below. Response failed him and he racked his brain, striving for enlightenment.
    “You sleeping around while on the job?” Boulet’s attention snapped back to Mitch. He tossed the sheets of paper back on his desk and shook his head violently. “Strike that…I don’t care if you sleep around. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do…you’re young and single. I don’t give a shit. But you use your alias, not your real name!”
    “Chief, I—”
    “And how the hell did she get your wallet anyhow? You get robbed?”
    My wallet? “Chief…” Mitch paused, expecting to be cut off, striving to maintain his own calm in the face of his superior officer. This had nothing to do with the car accident. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    The commander took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses purposefully before pulling the papers back squarely in line with the file. “The same day as the bust, your driver’s license was passed in to a local detachment. The woman who turned in your license, a Miss…” He ran his finger down the top piece of paper. “A Miss Tymchuk