“So you’re technically no longer representing Edgar, then?” Russell smiled at what he obviously thought was a key and winning point in the debate.
“Actually, we are. Bergin’s law firm was representing him, and there’s another lawyer there who’s taken the case over. So the connection still holds.”
Russell, who did not seem to be listening to this, spread his hands. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Well, I was hoping you could
“I don’t need to tell you anything. You’re not the police.”
“By not telling us things you’re actually telling us a lot,” pointed out Michelle.
Sean added, “I’m sure the police have been by to question you. Why don’t you just tell us what you told them?”
“Why don’t you just ask them yourself? I’ve already told you enough. And I’ve got work to do.”
“It’s always nice to hear it from the horse’s mouth,” said Michelle. “I hope you recognize your role in the proceedings.”
“I don’t appreciate your tone.”
Sean sat forward. “Do you think he’s guilty?”
The man shrugged. “Probably.”
“Why?”
“These genius types. They’ve all got dark sides. Think too much. Not like the rest of us. So, yeah, he probably did it. Let’s face it, any guy who knows every reg of the tax code has to be some sort of a wacko.”
“Well, let’s hope you don’t get called for jury duty,” snapped Michelle. This drew a scowl from Russell.
Sean said, “Did you notice anything in Roy’s behavior that would have indicated he might have been a serial killer?”
Russell gave a fake yawn and said in a clearly uninterested tone, “And what sort of behavior would I have been looking for?”
Michelle pounced. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe a human head or two in the jellybean bowl on his desk. Subtle things like that, you freaking moron.”
A minute later they were being escorted out of the building by a security guard who looked about as tough as the accountants in the building. When he reached out to put a hand on Michelle’s back to urge her along, she snarled, “Touch me and die.”
The man jerked his hand back so fast he winced, as though he’d pulled a muscle.
Outside Sean sighed. “I love your interrogation approach, Michelle. So subtle, so sophisticated.”
“Almost makes you want to be wearing a badge again,” said Michelle. “That way they can’t kick you out before you get your answers, even if you’re a smart-ass. And that idiot was going to tell us nothing useful.”
“You’re right. He was stonewalling. Must be a good reason.”
“And Roy was most definitely not working for the IRS when he was arrested. Otherwise the guy would have just told us so. He’s hiding something. He tells us a lie, it comes back to bite him. He tells us nothing, nothing sticks to him later.”
They were about to get in Michelle’s SUV when the woman approached.
She was timid looking, with straight light-blond hair and glasses that fronted pretty blue eyes.
“Excuse me?” she said cautiously.
They turned to look at her.
“I understand you were here asking questions about Edgar?”
Sean said, “Did you know him?”
“We worked in the same cubicle zone. I’m Judy, Judy Stevens.”
“We were asking questions, although answers from your boss were hard to come by.”
“Mr. Russell doesn’t like to say anything that might come back to, you know…”
“Bite him in the ass?” suggested Michelle.
A smile crept to Judy’s face and her cheeks reddened slightly. “Yes.”
“But you don’t have that issue?” Sean asked.
“I just want the truth to come out.”
“And what do you think is the truth?”
“All I know is Edgar stopped working here over seven months before this nightmare happened. Before that he was here for eight years.”
“Where did he go?”
“Nobody really knows. He just didn’t come to work one day. I asked Mr. Russell but he told me it was none of my business.”
“Okay. Did you hear from Edgar?”
Judy lowered her gaze. “Edgar and I were friends. He… he was a nice person. Just very shy.”
“So did you hear from him?” Sean asked her again.
“He called me one night. Just out of the blue. I asked him what was going on, why he was no longer coming to work. He told me that he had another job, but he couldn’t say what it was.”
“Did he say why he couldn’t tell you?”
“Just that it was very sensitive. That was the word he used. Sensitive.”
“Did you hear from him again?”
“No. And from the way he was talking it seemed to me that his calling me was… was…”
“A risk on his part?” prompted Michelle.
Judy lifted her gaze. “Yes, exactly. A risk on his part.”
Michelle said, “Then he must really think a lot of you for him to take that chance.”
Judy’s face flushed with pleasure. “I thought a lot of him.”
Sean appraised her. “So you don’t think he killed all those people?”
“No. I knew Edgar. Well, I knew him as well as anyone did, I guess. He’s not a killer. He wouldn’t know how. It just wasn’t in his psyche. Even though he was so big, he was actually a very gentle man. If he accidentally stepped on a cricket it would make him sad.”
Sean handed her his card. “You think of anything, please contact us.”
She clutched the card. “Have you seen Edgar? I mean up in that… place?”
“We have.”
“How is he?”
“Not that good.”
“Could you tell him that Judy says hello? And that I believe in his innocence,” she added in a firm tone.
“I will.”
They climbed in Michelle’s SUV and started off.
She said, “Okay, Edgar’s got at least one person rooting for him.”
“Make that two. His half sister.”
“Right.”
“So he just stops coming to work one day. His IRS boss clams up. Nobody is told anything. And he takes a risk and calls his friend and tells her he has a new job and that it’s sensitive.”
She scowled. “And Murdock is counterterrorism. So it’s got to be national security, you know, spy stuff. And you know how much I hate spy stuff.”
“What, you mean the double and triple backstabbing and multiple agendas for every scenario?”
“More or less, yeah.”
“So if he’s wrapped up with the spies? Why?”
“Because of his mental prowess, probably.”
Sean shrugged. “I don’t know what else he has to offer other than his height. And I doubt the CIA or any of the other spy mills have a basketball team. So he’s in with the spies and then this happens. His new employer must be having a cow.”
“Accounts for all the guys with guns in black suits, satellites, and Bureau involvement.”
“I’d like to look at the medical examiner’s report.”
Michelle grimaced. “Let’s hope the locals are a bit more cooperative than that IRS clown. I’m expecting to get
