THE STACK OF CASH on his desk was as close to genuine currency as squeeze cheese was to Brie. US Secret Service Special Agent Gil Dixon turned one of the fraudulent twenties over and studied the back. There were a few similarities to the real thing, but not enough to confuse anyone paying attention. “Free money?” Special Agent Zane Thacker asked as he passed Gil’s cubicle for his own. “Hardly enough to fool with.” Gil glanced back at the file. Two hundred dollars in twenties. Even if the person who deposited it had been trying to do something illegal, no prosecutor would touch the case. It simply wasn’t worth it.
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