Chapter Fifty-Two
Pops stared at his desk as if the wood grain would give him an answer like tea leaves.
Spencer sat across from him in one chair, Lucas in the other.
Pops had just heard what Maya had texted.
At least if Agent Kessler was involved, he knew things would be a little more on the up-and-up, but he didn’t like this.
It felt worse than the charges he’d faced.
He didn’t want Maya to go down a road where she had to go rogue, but he agreed that in this situation, with what they had to go on, it was better than nothing.
“Do you think the senator took the bait?” he asked.
“My guys are watching his house,” Lucas answered first. “He hasn’t left. His security detail hasn’t been around all day, though, but I think his wife went out shopping or something. She with Natalia?”
“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “I don’t think they are together.
Natalia was exhausted after everything with Josh.
She was going to take a nap and Bianca was going to run to the grocery store to get some more food.
We’re running low. Then she’s going back to the house in case there’s any news.
I haven’t told them about what we know. As far as the senator, he did text me back, actually sounding really confused, like he didn’t know what I was talking about.
But it’s smart of him because he’s not admitting anything in a text that could end up in court. ”
“Yeah, but Maya’s message could get her in a lot of trouble.”
“Possibly,” Spencer agreed. “Wouldn’t be the first time that law enforcement pushed things, like when officers lie during an interrogation. It’s not illegal and sometimes it gets them what they want.”
“I know,” Pops said with a sigh. “What if we tried that? I mean, we have a person sitting here in the jail waiting to be sent back to Chicago, since they want her more and she’s wanted for worse crimes there. I’d love to find out what she knows. I could bring her into an interrogation room.”
“She’s tough, and if she’s a Dark Angels member, she won’t say much easily,” Lucas said. “We would need to figure out how to break her, but she probably knows interrogation techniques better than we do.”
“Especially because she probably thinks you’re a small-town Barney Fife type. No offense,” Spencer added quickly.
“None taken. I am small town,” Pops said. “But maybe we can use that to our advantage. That woman has to know more about what’s going on. She’s our best chance, and maybe if all the alphabet soups are waiting on her, we can get her to talk about what she knows.”
“What can we offer her, though?” Spencer asked. “Or use to get her talking.”
Pops sat back in his chair and stretched. To say this had turned into an exhausting week was an understatement.
Lucas leaned forward in his chair. “She seemed upset about the guy who was shot. Maybe he meant something to her. Maybe we can throw in that we’ll make sure justice happens, but it’ll help us if she’ll talk. We can’t get justice otherwise.”
“I guess it depends on how much she cared for him,” Pops said. “Like were they more than friends?”
“I noticed a diamond bracelet in her belongings when I booked her, and she doesn’t seem like the diamond type.
Maybe this guy gave it to her? Or maybe it was meant as a payment for killing Josh, even though she didn’t succeed.
What if she needs to get it back to the leader of the gang?
Her life could be in jeopardy if she doesn’t do what she’s supposed to.
There’s only one way we can find out. Let’s see if she’ll talk and go from there,” Lucas said.
“Agreed,” Pops said. “Let’s do it.”
He stared out the window, thinking about the big decision that weighed on him. The one he’d been waiting to say anything about until this mess was cleaned up.
If this mess was cleaned up.