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He led me into the conference room and closed the door. Then, to my surprise, he lowered the shades on all the windows.
I had to admit; I was impressed. I guess he did want to grant me some privacy as I worked, after all.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he announced. His voice was tight. “What do I need to do to get you out of here?”
“I thought we were getting along.”
“I don’t get along with government pencil pushers who are investigating my people.”
“Fine.” I matched his energy. “If that’s how you want it. We’ll just get it done, and I’ll leave.”
“Good.”
“I need a computer and access to the financial reports for the past five years.”
He stared at me. “The pastfive years?”
“That’s right.”
“What do you need all that for?”
“I have the right to define the scope of my inquiry.”
“What is it you think you’re looking for?”
I had no idea what I was looking for. It was a broad search to see whether or not anything stirred my suspicions. “I’m just poking around.”
“Well, poke around at something else. I’m not giving you all the financial reports for the past five years. Absolutely not.”
He couldn’t refuse, of course. I was here on instructions from the FBI, and unless I did something unethical or improper, he had no grounds for denying me access to anything I wanted to see. I stared up at him, waiting for him to come to that inescapable conclusion himself.
He just stared back.
“Brian,” I swallowed. “Come on.”
“Did you know you’ were going to be assigned here when we ran into each other the other night?”
“What? No. I didn’t have my assignment yet.”
“You weren’t hitting on me to get some intel?”
“Jesus, Brian. Is that what you think of me?”
“I don’t know what to think of you. We don’t know each other that well. You show up at my bar—”
“Your bar? It’s notyourbar. I live in DC too. I can go to any bar I want.”
“You show up atthe bar I always go toand start talking about how you’ve always had a thing for me—”
“Which was true—”
“And you’re dressed like you’re looking to get laid or something—”
“It was Saturday night! I was at a bar! What did you want me to wear, fatigues? And what business is it of yours if Iwaslooking to get laid?”
I couldn’t believe the way this conversation was going.
And I couldn’t believe I was enjoying it as much as I was.
