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As for irritation…
Know who didn’t have problems answering questions? People who weren’t guilty.
“And I don’t think I like how you’re not answering, so I guess we’ll have to work on that,” Gene said, but he’d tell him why they were here, simply because he believed it might rattle him.
It was time to shake the rich tree and see what fell out.
“I’m asking because your name came up in an ongoing investigation where three men were used as drug mules, sexually assaulted, and sold off to perverts. You’re sitting here in a big house, had contact with all three, and no inheritance to your name to justify all the marble in the place. Care to explain?”
That was all it took.
The man gasped but he still looked afraid.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
Gene didn’t back down.
“I mean, I think I was pretty clear. How many cars do you have?” he asked. “And why didn’t you realize that your TA has been missing from his teaching position for you for weeks?”
The forty-something man stared in surprise.
“Why is that pertinent? Also, why do I have to answer such a personal question that is none of your business?”
He smiled.
“Because it is my business since we’re investigating three murders,” he said. “Now, which question would you like to answer before we take a little trip to an interrogation room.”
When they saw movement from the doorway, aMUCHolder man headed their way. From the slow walk and the gray hair, he had to be in his late seventies.
Yep.
Someone had bagged himself a rich old man. That was for damn sure. The fat Rolex on his wrist said it all.
“Harrison, what is going on?” he asked.
Gene and Ethan stood.
“Sir,” he said, shaking the man’s hand to keep the tempo going. “I’m Special Agent Gene Cantrell, and this is my partner, Special Agent Ethan Blackhawk. We’re here to talk to Harrison regarding a case where he’s connected to three deceased men, two of which were his students, and one that was his teaching assistant.”
The second Gene said it, the much older man looked horrified.
Oh, and they knew why.
Old DC money didn’t like scandal, and this man was definitely old money.
Hell.
He was definitely old.
Gene would bet someone had one hell of a Viagra prescription somewhere in this house. His boy toy was half his age.
No one willingly chased wrinkled old man.
So who was Harrison really chasing?
“Harrison, what is he talking about? How are you being connected to this mess?”
They watched the man squirm as the older man questioned him.
