The Sixth Man (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 5)
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“Uh-huh.”
“So is it Megan Riley?”
“Yes it is.”
“Feds will want to talk to her.”
“I expect they will.”
“And you’ll let them know she’s with you?”
“I’m sure Agent Murdock, with the full weight of the FBI behind him, will figure out where she is, especially if your wife can.”
“I guess that’s it.”
“For now,” amended Michelle.
“I appreciate you keeping this little arrangement between ourselves.”
She rose. “One last thing.”
“Yeah,” he said quickly, his eyes looking over her shoulder as the sounds of a baby wailing reached them.
“Your youngest?”
He nodded. “Sam. Named after my dad. He was a state trooper too.”
“Was? Retired?”
“No. Line of duty. Argument between two drunks that went really wrong.”
“Sorry.”
He tensed as the baby’s cries picked up. “So what else? I got to help Sally,” he said in a tone designed to close the conversation.
“Why was Edgar Roy on an FBI watch list? He’s a suspected serial killer, granted. But still, his lawyer gets killed and an army of Fibbies jumps on a chopper from Boston in about twenty seconds?”
“I don’t know anything about that.”
“But you strike me as the sort who would wonder about it.”
“Well, I guess you’re wrong about what sort I am.”
Michelle walked back to her car, conscious of the fact that Dobkin was staring at her until she was out of his sight line.
So much for helping Sally with the baby.
CHAPTER
14
SEAN FLIPPED THROUGH the last few pages of a litigation binder and then looked over at Megan Riley, who was rubbing her eyes and sipping on a mug of now lukewarm tea. They were in Sean’s room. Mrs. Burke hadn’t put up any fight about another woman being in his room, so Sean concluded it was simply Michelle the lady didn’t care for.
Sean had confirmation of this after the innkeeper had brought them up sandwiches, a couple slices of pie, coffee, and the tea for Megan. Before leaving the room Burke asked, “Where’s your friend?”
“Running down a lead.”
“Has she had supper?”