Page 66 of Protected By Her Mate

“The guy with the beard and glasses,” he supplies.

“Last name?”

Kenneth shakes his head as though realizing he’s said too much, but with the threat of Wolf-Haven hanging over him, he supplies the answer. “Gibson.”

I glance at the camera in the corner of the room, hoping Captain Charlamagne got that. We might have the identity of a third suspect.

Charlie approaches the table and I shift my body in front of her, stopping her from getting close to him. I doubt Kenneth is going to try anything, especially now that he’s singing like a canary, but I’m not taking any chances with my mate.

“Tell us about the bombs,” Charlie says.

“I had nothing to do with them.”

“But you know something,” she pushes.

He shakes his head. “Greystone, the dead guy, was the one who built them. That’s all I know.”

“What about the Los Angeles bombing?”

“I don’t know anything.”

I believe him. “Let’s go,” I say to Charlie.

As we’re leaving the room, Kenneth pipes up, “Hey, do I get immunity or something for talking to you guys?”

Charlie laughs and keeps walking.

I look at him and say coolly, “If you wanted immunity, you needed to negotiate before you started talking. I expect you’ll be charged shortly.”

I close the door on his groan of despair. Turning to Captain Charlamagne who’s waiting for us, I ask, “You caught that?”

He nods and walks swiftly toward interrogation room one, expecting us to follow. “I’ve had the man I believe is Shane Gibson brought in here. You need to work quickly. The Feds are on their way.” He gives me a significant look.

Terrorism falls under the FBI’s jurisdiction. Our raid on the ASHRA warehouse without the FBI’s blessing is going to be a point of contention, though we can argue that Roscoe’s life was in imminent danger and we didn’t have time to wait for the Feds to mobilize.

“Understood,” I say to the captain. “You still have connections with the Feds?”

He nods. “A few.”

“See if you can get Sherrilyn Asher on the team coming here. She works out of DC, but she’ll want in on this one.”

“Shifter?” he asks.

I shake my head, then look at Charlie. “C’mon, let’s talk to Gibson.”

As we enter the room, she says through our connection,Do you always talk to your Captain that way?

What way?

Like he’s your subordinate. It’s customary to take commands from your superior officer, not issue them.

As we face Shane Gibson across the interrogation room, I say to her,His father was my captain for many years. I knew Charlamagne when he was in diapers. I respect the man, but our dynamic is a little different from the typical.

Once again, our suspect is watching us silently communicate. Of course, he doesn’t know what we’re doing. As far as he’s concerned, two officers just entered the room and are silently watching him without speaking, which is likely to be an unsettling experience.

Charlie and I start the conversation the same as we did with Kenneth, but Shane doesn’t flinch.

He refuses to speak other than to say, “Lawyer,” to every question.

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