Deacon doesn't storm into the warehouse yet. He makes one stop first. The FBI field office. Agent Devereaux is just leaving when Deacon appears from the shadows and slams him against the hood of his own SUV. Devereaux gasps. "K–Kay?! What the hell—" "You offered Murido immunity." Deacon's voice is low, trembling with barely-contained violence. "You tried to protect the man who killed my wife." Devereaux swallows hard. "It was a strategy—" "It was a mistake." Deacon presses his forearm into the agent's throat—not enough to crush it, but enough to make Devereaux sweat. "You're going to stay out of my way tonight." Devereaux's voice strains. "Kay—listen to me—if you do something reckless now, you'll lose your career. Your pension. Your kids—" Deacon's expression hardens to stone. "I already lost everything." His hand slides to his holster. Devereaux's eyes go wide. "Kay—DON'T—" Deacon draws—not a gun, but the FBI radio clipped to Devereaux's vest. He crushes it under his boot. Then steps back. "You try to interfere," Deacon says quietly, "and I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life." Devereaux falls silent. Because he believes him. Deacon walks away.
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