“Peter, I didn’t do this.” Neal sat tensely in the chair, arms held together like he was still handcuffed even though Peter had taken them off.
“I believe you.” Peter cast an eye suspiciously back at the two-sided mirror where the other FBI agents were. He’d asked for privacy out of professional courtesy, but he thought they were listening. They
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