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“It’s small and efficient with few distractions. And it has this coffee in the AutoChef.” She set the empty cup aside. “I’d like to say something to you.”
“Okay.”
“Your files with HSO have been redacted or removed. Some destroyed or … rather inexplicably deleted.”
“Is that so?”
“It is. But before that occurred I had occasion to familiarize myself with some of the data—during the early stages of our internal investigation. I want to say to you that I’m very sorry for what happened to you, and very sorry the organization I represent was culpable, was heartless. Was wrong.”
“It’s done,” Eve said flatly.
“Yes, it’s done. I wonder, should our positions have been reversed would I have agreed to work with you. I don’t know the answer.”
“You weren’t part of it.”
“No, nor was the man I answer to. Director Hurtz is an honorable man. Our business is often secretive and fueled by deception, so I couldn’t work for less than an honorable man. But you have no reason to know or believe that.”
“I know and I believe over a hundred and twenty people deserve justice. I’ll use any tool, weapon, or means at my disposal to make certain they get it.”
“I’m determined to help you make certain.”
“Then we’re good.”
She waited while Teasdale answered her ’link. “Yes, thank you. Interview B, please. The Callaways are here,” she said to Eve.
“Then let’s dig out the tools.”
17
The Callaways, Russell and Audrey, sat on opposite sides of the table in Interview. She looked nervous; he looked belligerent.
He’d have been in his seventies, but she could clearly see the man Audrey Hubbard had found attractive. Russell emanated strength, steadiness, and a no-bullshit toughness.
“Mr. and Mrs. Callaway.” Eve kept her tone and her step brisk as she moved to the table, sat. “I’m Lieutenant Dallas, and this is Agent Teasdale. Thank you for coming.”
“Don’t see we had much choice.” Russell gave her a hard stare out of faded blue eyes. “Your people come onto the farm, right onto private property and say how we gotta go with them to New York City. Nobody tells us a damn thing, just get and go. We got squash to harvest.”
She could safely say it was the first time she’d heard that used as a complaint or excuse in Interview.
“And we’ll try to get you back to that quickly. We’re going to record this interview.”
“Can I get you anything before we begin?” Teasdale asked. “Coffee, water, a soft drink?”
“We don’t need anything.” Russell folded his arms, set his squared, weathered face into pugnacious lines.
“Record on,” Eve said. “Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Teasdale, Agent Miyu, in Interview with Russell and Audrey Callaway. I’m going to read you your rights.”
“We haven’t done anything. Russ.” Audrey reached across the table for her husband’s hand.
He gave hers an impatient pat. “Don’t worry. They’re just trying to scare us.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Eve read them both their rights, asked if they understood.
“We’ve got the right to mind our own business, too. And that’s what we do.”
“I appreciate that, Mr. Callaway. But in minding your own business, I suspect you’ve heard about the two incidents here in New York.”
“It’s all over the screen night and day, isn’t it?”
