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Foster put a restraining hand on his arm and eyed Bunting with contempt. “One more remark like that, Peter, and you’ll force me to take action I don’t really want to take right now.”
“I want the record to reflect that anything this man has told you about me is tainted by the fact that he wants to destroy the E-Program.”
“Willing to take a lie detector test?” inquired Foster.
“I’m not a suspect in the investigation.”
“So that’s a no?” asked Quantrell.
“Yes, that’s a no,” Bunting snapped.
Quantrell smiled and glanced at Foster and shook his head.
She said, “Peter, I hope you realize the serious trouble that you’re in.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Madame Secretary, I really don’t.”
If they had had a heart monitor on Bunting right now, they probably would have rushed him to the emergency room. But then again, he thought, these two assholes might just let him die right on the floor.
“Last chance, Bunting,” advised Quantrell.
“Last chance for what? To sit here and confess to crimes I didn’t commit?” he snapped. “And you, Mason, have no right to demand anything of me, so stop acting like you’re the FBI. It’s pathetic.”
Foster said, “That’s actually not true.”
“Excuse me?” said Bunting warily.
“You know that the private- and public-sector lines have become increasingly blurred over time. Mr. Quantrell’s company has been tasked with uncovering corruption and illegalities in the intelligence arena. For that purpose certain governmental authority has been given to him and his people.”
Bunting stared at Quantrell in disbelief. “Is this like the idiot mercenaries in the Middle East who shot first and asked questions later? That was a stunning triumph for America’s global reputation.”
“It is what it is,” said Foster. “And who else would have had a motive to kill those people? Is it that they had found out about the E-Program?”
“Your program,” amended Quantrell. “The one you keep throwing in the rest of our faces.”
“Where exactly is all of this coming from?” asked Bunting.
Foster said, “I’ll tell you. It’s exactly coming from the FBI director. He asked me questions, Peter, questions I was duty-bound to answer. As a result, I’m afraid that you are now a suspect.”
“I see,” said Bunting coldly. “What exactly did you tell the director?”
“I’m sorry. I really can’t say.”
“So I’m a suspect but you can’t tell me why?”
“It’s really out of my hands. I actually tried to protect you.”
Like hell you did. “There’s no proof that I’ve done anything wrong,” said Bunting.
“Well, I’m sure the FBI is working on that right now,” replied Foster.
Bunting digested all of this and said, “Is that all?”
“I suppose it is,” said Foster.
Bunting rose. “Then I better get back to doing my job.”
“While you can,” said Quantrell.
