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“You’re not FBI. You’re not even close to being FBI. So if anybody’s going to call the Feds I think that’ll be me.” He took out his phone and poised his finger over the numbers. She watched him dumbly. “But maybe you want to talk first,” he said.
“Maybe,” she said nervously.
Sean reached out and slipped the cell phone from her hand, and set it down on the kitchen counter.
“I think you want the FBI to believe you’re working with them. You’re certainly going through the motions. You have Murdock convinced. But he didn’t put you into play at Cutter’s Rock.”
“Look, I told you I’m with the FBI.”
“Then show me your creds.”
“I’m undercover. I don’t carry them.”
“Where’s your Beretta?”
“In my bedroom.”
Sean shook his head. “SOP for FBI undercover is to get into the part. Your office is barren. Not even one fake family picture on your desk.” He pointed to his gun. “And FYI, the FBI doesn’t use the Beretta. They carry either Glocks or Sigs.”
Dukes said nothing.
“So someone else put you at Cutter’s. Which means your loyalties lie elsewhere. The FBI really frowns on being played for chumps.”
“I was assigned to work at Cutter’s Rock. I have a long career in federal correctional institutions.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re here temporarily. You haven’t even bothered to move into your office. And this place is a rental. With a six-month lease.”
“You’ve been spying on me?” she said.
“I’m an investigator. I spent a productive afternoon digging up stuff on you. And I’m not the only one.”
Dukes paled at this statement. “What do you mean?”
“I mean there are lots of people interested in you, Carla. You didn’t think you could just waltz right into this, play both sides, and think no one would notice? That kind of naïveté could get you killed.”
“These are not people to play around with.”
“Believe me, I get that message loud and clear.”
“Then you know I can tell you nothing. Please leave. Now.”
“I’ll just subpoena you for the court case.”
“What court case?”
“Edgar Roy? Six bodies? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Edgar Roy is the only reason you’re at Cutter’s Rock, Carla. And since I represent Roy it’s my ethical duty to try to have him exonerated. In order to do that, I have to muddy the waters. It’s called reasonable doubt.”
“You’re a fool.”
“Are you any less of one?”
“Get out.”
