I remember my first phone call from the FBI clearly. It was mid-May 2015. I was sitting in my dreary midtown cubicle, chugging iced coffee and trying to hold out for the end of the day as a lowly junior reporter. My eyelids were drooping when my wrist buzzed. Someone was calling me. My fitness band and phone were…
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