Sean put the papers away. “Mr. Roy? Did you know that Ted Bergin has been murdered?” He said it in a blunt, loud tone, obviously hoping to get some type of reaction from Roy.
It didn’t work.
Sean looked around the small space. He leaned close to Michelle and whispered, “What are the odds this room has hidden recorders?”
“Taping an attorney’s conversation with his client? Can’t they get in big trouble for that?” she whispered back.
“Only if someone finds out and can prove it.” He sat back up, took out his cell phone. “No bars. But I had reception right before we got here.”
“Jamming?”
“That’s supposed to be illegal, too. I wondered why they let me keep it. At most prisons they confiscate it from visitors.”
“Because cell phones in prison are going for more money than cocaine. Heard of a guard somewhere out west making six figures a year selling Nokias and service plans at a state pen. Now he’s dialing from inside the place, too.”
“Look at his ankle, Michelle.”
The ankle bracelet was the color of titanium. A glowing red light sat in the center of it.
Michelle said, “They use them in some of the supermaxes and on the likes of Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. Throws out a wireless signal, pinpoints the person’s precise location. Go outside the zone and an alarm is triggered.”
Sean dropped his voice. “How many places can the guy go in here that he needs an electronic ankle bracelet?”
“Good point. Want to ask Murdock? Or maybe Carla Dukes?”
Sean glanced sharply up at Edgar Roy. Had there been some slight—
No. The eyes were still lifeless dots.
“You think he’s been drugged?” asked Michelle. “His pupils look dilated.”
“I don’t know what to think. Without a medical exam.”
“He’s really tall. But skinny. Doesn’t look strong enough to have killed all those people.”
“He’s only thirty-five. So prime of his life when he did the killings.”
“If he did them, you mean.”
“Right. If.”
“But the details of the killings haven’t been made public. The bodies haven’t even been identified.”
“Maybe they have but that info hasn’t been released to the public either,” he replied.
“Why wouldn’t it have been?”
“Maybe this is a really special case.” He rose. “Mr. Roy. Thanks for meeting with us. We’ll be back.”
“We will?” asked Michelle in a low voice.
When they knocked on the door it immediately opened.
“How’d it go?” asked Murdock with a smirk.
“He told us everything,” said Michelle. “He’s innocent. You can let him go now.”
“Found some interesting things at Bergin’s digs at Gray’s Lodge,” said Murdock, ignoring her.