“Chris Wray and I talked about it, and we’d have offered it to her if we could have taken her alive. But, no, she made her choice on the racecours....”“I figured I’d ask anyway...” Krauss told her. “If you don’t mind my asking, what did Michaels’ wife have about Symansky?”Hank scoffed and smiled. “To start, I’m here to tell you that Russian agents DO take copious notes about everything. We found reports about virtually everyone she interacted with in her life. Mostly it was about Greg Michaels. Anything we said was supposed to be confidential.The problem escalated because my Super was doing our three months reviews and happened to log into my cam files for the day. That became my last day in Traffic, and I was assigned to Internet Monitoring two weeks early.While I was filling out my report that I knew was going to get me in deep shit, my Super called my liaison officer to get her to find me. When the officer said that I was with her writing out a workplace incident report, he told. And I’m really sorry about Jack.”“No, I’m the one who should apologize. I had no right to dig into your past and bring up all those rumors. Plus I overreacted when I found out about you two, I guess I can’t say you fooled around with my boyfriend when he wasn’t even my boyfriend. I swear, I’ve never been the jealous type, I don’t know what came over me.” “You had something to protect, of course you would be defensive. I completely understand. And don’t worry, I’m not after your boyfriend. He. Watching her. When she would bring something the to table, he cop a feel on her ass or chest. When the table was set and breakfast was served he told her to stand at his side. He had one hand on her while he ate. Groping her in front of me.When he was finished he got up and stood right behind her. She was facing the me across the table while he ran his hands all over her body. He had his hand on her shoulder, kissing her neck. When suddenly he slammed her down on the table, bending her.