“In a tree.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I climbed a tree and wedged the briefcase into the branches.”
“This is in Florida?”
“Yes.”
“They have hurricanes in Florida. What if there’s a hurricane?”
“Then there will be hundred-dollar bills all over Indian River County, and my problem will be solved.”
“All right, let’s go to basics: This is illegal; you’ve committed a crime.”
“I figured.”
“Why did you do this?”
“Well, I took the briefcase to find out if they were transporting cash, so I could hardly hand it back to them. I hid it, and I didn’t even think about it until a couple of weeks after we had arrested the whole bunch.”
“Why didn’t you give it back then?”
“Give it back to whom? The criminals? They were all in jail.”
“Did you tell anybody about this?”
“Yes. I told Grant Harrison, my FBI friend. Well, former friend. This was before he became such a bureaucratic ass.”
“And he didn’t arrest you?”
“I told you, we were, ah, friendly at the time.”
“How friendly?”
“Very friendly.”
“And he didn’t do anything about this?”
“About the money? No.”
“Well, that makes him an accessory.”
“Funny, that’s what I told him the last time he mentioned it to me.”
“What did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. In fact, he stopped talking altogether for quite a while.”
“Why don’t you just give it to the FBI?”
“I suggested that to Grant, but he turned pale. He wanted to know how I could explain the long delay in turning it in. I told him we would have to explain.”
“And what was his reaction?”
“He told me to shut up and never mention it to him again.”
“Were there any witnesses to this conversation?”