Page 60 of The Spy
“You don’t have to go,” he murmured.
“It’s just easier.” I’d fought them before, and it hadn’t worked out well for me. Once I was in their interview room, they had no legal way to make me talk. If I kept my temper in check and my tongue in my mouth, I’d get through it.
“Okay.” He gave my hand a brief squeeze. “Be careful.”
“I will.”
I allowed myself to be bundled into the back of their police car. I remained quiet on the drive to the police department. When I was ushered into an interrogation room, I expected questions, but instead, Harrison dropped a manila folder on the desk in front of me.
“Open it,” she ordered.
I considered refusing but curiosity got the better of me. Inside were two things: a photograph of me standing besideClaudette Laurent, and two smudgy fingerprints side by side.
“Explain to me,” Harrison said, “why you were seen with a suspected dealer of stolen art, and why your fingerprint was found inside the Windy City Gallery.”
ZEKE
I couldn’t believethe police had come for Fiona again. Was the fact they’d turned up immediately after we visited the gallery a coincidence or had Patience called them?
I shook my head. No, if Patience had called them, they wouldn’t have been fast enough to tail us back, let alone beat us there. How had they known we were here?
Unless, of course, their own cyber team had been searching out the King’s Security safe houses. I’d done a good job of hiding any trails connecting them back to the company, but a seriously skilled specialist would be able to uncover them.
I called Fiona’s attorney first. She’d given me the woman’s number in case anything like this happened.
“Ariadne,” she answered briskly.
“Hi, Ariadne, this is Zeke Watts from King’s Security. There’s been a development with Fiona.” I ran her through what had happened, and she promised she’d head straight to the police station. As soon as she hung up, I called Ronan.
“They’ve taken her in again?” he demanded. “Did you go with her?”
“Yes, and no, but I intend to go down there as soon as I’m off the phone with you.”
“Good.” He sounded as frustrated as I felt. “Did they give any indication of why they’d come or how they found you?”
“Unfortunately not.”
“Damn.”
“You said it.” I paused. “Anything you want me to do while I’m there?”
“Just get her out of there. She doesn’t deserve this bullshit.”
“I know.” I wished I could hug her. I knew she was scared about what might happen if we didn’t find the Monet, and we were so close to clearing her name. “We’ll sort it out.”
An hour later, I was pacing the police station’s reception area, waiting for any sign of Fiona or Ariadne. The attorney had beaten me here, so I hadn’t had the chance to debrief with her, and I had no idea what was going on in whichever interview room they were holding Fiona in. There was nothing I could do right now to get her out, and I hated feeling useless.
“Hey, Tattoos?”
I glanced at the female officer behind the desk, who’d directed the words at me. “What?”
“You mind sitting?” She pointed toward one of the seats. “You’re making people nervous.”
I grimaced and looked around. Indeed, several others in the room seemed uncomfortable. One guy looked away. Another met my stare head-on, and challenging. A girl in a short dress was wide-eyed and edging away from me. Sighing, I flopped onto a chair.
“Thank you,” the officer said.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked Bergen’s location. He was at the residential address and hadn’t moved all day. I scanned through my messages,hoping there might be an update from Ronan, but I was out of luck.
