Page 73 of Fatal Strike
“Question one.” Leah spoke barely above a whisper. “Who told you to attack Father Gabriel at this morning’s funeral?”
“I don’t know his name.”
“How did he contact you?”
“My phone.”
They had his cell phone. Running down numbers was part of the process.
“You told Agent Colbert about four Venenos who showed up at your garage,” she said. “I need their names.”
“I can give you two.” Henry stared at his cuffed wrists.“They’re dead—Aaron Michaels and Landon Shaw. They also stole Judge Mendez’s SUV.”
That answered another question. “Is Dylan Ortega someone you know?”
He shifted and twisted in the chair.
“I’m waiting,” she said.
“Never heard of him.”
“Marcia Trevelle?”
He shook his head.
“Ian Greer?”
Henry flinched. “Nah.”
“Elena James?” Leah said.
“No.”
She turned to Jon. “He hasn’t given us anything solid but who stole the Mendez SUV.”
Everson broke into the conversation. “Our man here forgot another detail. Hey, Henry, according to your record, Officer Ian Greer arrested you for possession.”
“I’m not good with names.”
The lack of memory came with fried brains and a tendency to lie.
Everson rose from his chair and clamped his hands on Henry’s shoulders. “Tell me about Marcia Trevelle.”
“I’ve never heard of her.”
Everson dug his hands deeper and Henry winced.
“Chief Everson,” Jon said, not wanting to intervene further unless Everson got out of hand. “We are conducting the interview. Henry, you’re lying. We’re tired of hearing it.”
“Told you, my memory’s bad.”
“One more question.” Everson applied more pressure toHenry’s shoulders. “Did you witness the gang committing murder?”
He glared. “No.”
Everson jerked him to his feet and went nose to nose. “What about watching them die?” His hands went for the throat.
Jon pulled him off. “Let him go, Everson. He’s not worth it. His confession seals his guilt.”
