So let him eat pizza. Shortcake crossed the boiler room to Salmonelli's desk. The BPR director met her question with a condescending smirk. She ignored the remark. Well, obviously he wants his mutt back and Brand X has showed him that there's encrypted information on Salvador's laptop.
Any idiot can figure out that it's the anti-toxin formula.
But I don't care 'cause the file is in the data you lifted off him last night. I've got Duncan working on decrypting it already. Shortcake turned away, studying the dalmatian. You should talk with him, anyway. Maybe there's something else.