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“Mr. Nemmons, I’m Officer Gerent from Interpol. This is Officer Reynolds and Officer Hampton of the Farmington Police Department.” His words start firm, but quickly turn soft, uncertain. He barely lifts a hand to indicate the other men in turn.
Hampton, the better version of me, nods slightly, “Sir.” He checks his watch again.
Reynolds, the younger one, gives the Interpol man as disapproving a frown as me, but Gerent doesn’t see it with his eyes back on his cliptop.
The slim rectangle of light stares back at him. “Our system shows you were involved with two minor privacy and intellectual property concerns, while your-”