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“Yeah, that’s my guess. We’ll know more when we get the bullet out. It’s in there. Two entry wounds, but they’re close. Based on the location, either bullet would have done the job.”
“Pro?”
“Silent entry, no disturbance, bullet to the back of the head and destroyed computer?”
Noah nodded and left the bedroom. “Find anything else? Motive?”
“You know what I do about his background. He has no arrests since his last stint eight years ago. On disability. Kept under the radar.”
“Abigail is running a full background on him, pulling financials, travel—he was an associate of the dead guy at the Washington Marina.”
“I heard.” Jarvis looked at him pointedly. “Hard not to hear when the assistant director himself takes an interest in the case.”
So much for discretion. “What did Rogan say about finding the body?”
“Said the door was unlocked.”
“Right.”
Jarvis shrugged. “Could have been, or he’s good at picking locks.”
“I’d go with the latter.”
“He noted that the apartment was unusually cold, saw the computer destroyed, and checked on the well-being of any occupants.”
Why had Sean Rogan been here in the first place? “Where is he now?”
“Downstairs.”
“I didn’t see him.”
“He said he’d wait for you.” Jarvis looked out the window. “His car is still here.”
“I’ll find him.”
Sean thanked Tessie for the coffee and cookies—he had a weak spot for homemade sweets, and the oatmeal cookies were amazing—and stepped into the small lobby. He saw one of the ERT guys coming down the stairs.
“Hey Rogan, Agent Armstrong has been looking for you.”
“I’ve been right here.” He attempted to sound innocent.
Sean followed the ERT dude out to the street. The coroner’s van pulled up and double-parked. Sean tried to pick out Noah Armstrong among the assembled agents. It wasn’t hard when one suit strode over with a tight jaw. “Where have you been?”
“It was cold outside,” he said, not liking the instant hostility of the Fed. “The landlady invited me in for coffee.” And an earful. “Agent Armstrong, I presume.”
The Fed nodded curtly. “Why were you here in the first place?”
“As I told Kate, I’m just making sure that Lucy Kincaid is safe. Do you know why Morton was in town? Whether he had a partner? Whether he was working with Ralston?”
“We’re pursuing all leads, but I will remind you that this is a federal investigation.”
“I might have some information that can help in your federal investigation.”
“I’d suggest you share any and all information pertaining to this matter. I don’t have to tell you that withholding information from law enforcement is an obstruction of justice, and your P.I. license isn’t going to protect you. You’re on thin ice here, Rogan.”
Sean frowned. This guy was a lot more hostile than he should be. He seemed to not like Sean at all, which was unusual because Sean usually made a good impression—unless he didn’t want to.
“Look, Armstrong, we’re on the same team, for the most part. We both want to make sure that Lucy isn’t in any danger from whatever shit Morton was doing in D.C. before he got himself killed.”
