She said, “You think it’s safe to get going?”
“I guess we have to chance it. But you have my permission to drive like you’re auditioning for NASCAR.”
No more shots hit as they raced onto the interstate.
They retraced their journey from the night before and got to Portland ten minutes before the flight from D.C. landed. They took a couple minutes to clean out the shattered safety glass, which had acted as designed, shattering into a zillion pieces but staying together as a cracked whole.
Sean waited for the deplaning passengers while Michelle went to check on another rental car.
There were thirty-nine passengers on the flight.
Megan Riley was the thirty-ninth coming through the exit gate.
She looked over at Sean expectantly. He said, “Megan?”
She nodded and headed toward him.
Michelle walked up to him at that moment and whispered, “She looks like she’s about to start high school.”
Riley was petite, her red hair sprawled across her shoulders and her face heavily freckled. She was struggling with a roller and a heavy litigation bag that no doubt contained Ted Bergin’s old-fashioned paper files. Sean took the bag from her, shook Riley’s hand, and introduced Michelle.
When they got to the Ford, Riley saw the shattered windows and the broken glass still littering the floorboards.
“My God, what happened?”
Sean looked at Michelle, who said, “Could’ve been worse. Only problem is there are no more rentals available. Hope you brought a heavy jacket, Megan.”
“Was it an accident?” she asked.
“Not exactly,” said Sean, as he opened the rear door for her.
CHAPTER
12
“WE GOT YOU A ROOM at Martha’s Inn, Megan,” said Sean, as Michelle drove them back. “A couple of guests checked out.”
Megan’s gaze had really never left the shattered windows. She tugged her thin jacket closer around her. “Did you report this?”
Sean glanced back at her. “Not yet. But we will. Unfortunately, the police are pretty busy with other things. Bullets that missed from an unknown shooter probably rank pretty low on their priority list right about now.”
“I know one FBI agent who’ll probably be sorry they missed,” added Michelle.
“Their priority is Mr. Bergin’s murder?” said Megan.
“You can call him Ted.”
“No, he’ll always be Mr. Bergin to me,” she said stubbornly.
Michelle asked, “Anything good in the docs you brought?”
“I’m not sure. I was in court all day yesterday and just got back to the office when I called you back today. But I brought everything that looked relevant.”
“We appreciate that,” said Sean.
“So are you working with the FBI?”
Sean glanced at Michelle and said, “Sort of.”
Michelle added, “What about Bergin’s house in Charlottesville? Has the FBI searched it?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter?”
Sean said, “If we can get there first, it might matter a lot.”
“But wouldn’t that be interfering in an official investigation?” Megan pointed out.
Michelle raised her eyebrows but held her tongue.
Sean turned around in the seat. “Do you have Hilary’s home phone number?”
She gave it to him off her cell phone contacts list. He punched it in, waited.
“Hilary? Sean King. Quick question.” He asked her about Bergin’s house.
“Okay, how far away are you from it?” He paused as she answered. “Do you think you can drive over there and let us know if there’s any activity? Okay, thanks a lot. We’ll wait to hear from you. Oh, one more thing. Did the FBI come by the office? Nobody? All right.”
He put his phone away and glanced at Michelle, who was swinging her gaze back and forth like a lighthouse beam. “See anything suspicious?”
She shrugged. “We won’t see any optics sig until the round hits. End of story.”
Megan must’ve overheard this remark because she immediately sank lower in the backseat. “Do you need me to stay up here long?”
“Maybe,” said Sean.
“I have to get back at some point.” Her gaze flicked to the darkness all around.
“We’re all hoping to get back home at some point. Unfortunately it’s too late for Ted,” he added, his tone a bit harder.
She obviously noted this. “I’m not trying to chicken out. It’s just that—”
Sean turned around in the seat once more. “You don’t look like a coward to me at all, Megan. You got on the plane and came up here. You saw what happened to our car and didn’t turn tail and run. That takes courage.”
She said slowly, “Well, truthfully, I almost did run. But I do want to help.”
“I know.” A thought struck him. “Was Hilary at the office all day?”
“No, by the time I got back from court she’d left to look into some funeral arrangements for Mr. Bergin. But no one came by while I was there.”
Sean turned back around. “I’m not sure when they’ll be done with the remains.”
“I still can’t believe he’s dead.”
He turned back around and saw the tears trickling down her face. He reached over the seat and took her hand. “Megan, it’s going to be okay.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“No, I can’t, but we can do everything possible to make sure it turns out that way.”
She quickly wiped her face dry. “I’m cool. It’s okay. No more tears.”
Michelle said, “No law against grieving.”
“From the looks of things up here I’m not sure we have time for that.”
Sean and Michelle exchanged another glance, each visibly impressed at her insightful remark.
“So what’s the first order of business?” asked Megan.
Sean answered. “We go back to Martha’s Inn, make a big pot of coffee, and start going over these files.”
They were an hour out when Michelle’s phone rang. It was Eric Dobkin from the Maine State Police. Michelle listened and then clicked off.
“He wants to talk. Got some info for us. I know it’s late, but why don’t I drop you and Megan at the inn and then swing over and meet him? Save us some time to split up.”
“After what happened this afternoon I’m not sure splitting up is a good idea.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know that. I was worried about me and Megan.”
“I know Tae Kwon Do,” said Megan. “I have my green belt.”
“That’s nice,” said Sean, holding back a smile. “But if they go with their prior method, they won’t be near enough for you to kung fu them.”
“Oh.”
Sean studied Michelle. “Okay, you meet with Dobkin. The legal stuff will go faster with Megan and me anyway. We can fill each other in when we’re done. Where are you meeting him?”
“At his house. He gave me the address.”
