The Sixth Man

CHAPTER 17

MICHELLE SAT ACROSS from Sean in his bedroom. They’d filled each other in on events.

“Megan’s probably scared to death,” said Michelle.

“She’s got guts. As they were leaving, she told Murdock that she knew her rights and that he couldn’t push her around.”

“Good for her.”

“But then she started to tear up and got the hiccups. I think Murdock might have sensed that as a sign of weakness.”

“Right,” said Michelle in a disappointed tone. “So what now?”

“We struck out with Roy. We can’t really investigate Ted’s murder because Murdock won’t let us near anything.”

“So we investigate something else pertinent to the matter? Like is Edgar Roy guilty or not?”

Sean nodded. “And also why does a guy like him garner so much attention from the Feds? Granted he might be a serial killer, but there, unfortunately, are lots of serial killers. They don’t warrant late-night chopper rides and this kind of full-court press.”

“I think we need to look at what he was actually doing at the government.”

“Ted told me he worked at the IRS.”

“So we head back to Virginia?”

“We need to take care of Megan first. And we need to find out who retained Ted Bergin.”

“Seems like an attorney would check in with the paying client when he’s about to talk to the defendant.”

“Dobkin told you he only talked to Megan and Cutter’s. What about e-mails?”

“Dobkin didn’t mention any. A guy Bergin’s age might not be into smartphone e-mailing anyway.”

“Maybe not. But you’re right. He must be in contact with the client in some way.”

“Do you remember from the media reports whether Roy had family? If so, they might be the ones who hired Bergin.”

He said, “I recall reading that his parents were dead. I don’t remember the mention of any siblings. We’ll have to run it down some other way.” He opened his notepad and began scribbling. “Okay, Bergin’s investigation is closed off for now. We track down Roy’s background, the client, and then we need to get to the obvious point.”

“Namely, did Roy kill those people?” replied Michelle. “That’s what it comes down to. Which means we have to poke our nose into that investigation, too.”

“We were always going to do that anyway,” he pointed out. “But under discovery laws the prosecution has to provide the defense with all the evidence.”

“Can we poke around at the crime scene, too?”

“I think it would be malpractice if we didn’t.”

“Do you think Roy is faking it? I’ve seen guys do that zombie routine before when I was a cop. Especially if they’re staring at the death penalty.”

“If he is, he’s damn good at it.”

“Maybe he is drugged up.”

“I don’t know what purpose is served by the government keeping an accused killer drugged up so he can’t stand trial.”

“Okay, when do you want to leave for Virginia?”

“I told Megan to call me when the Feds were done with her.”

“Considering Murdock will try to screw us at every turn, it might be a while before she surfaces. Can we afford to wait for that?”

He looked at her. “What do you have in mind?”

“How do you know I have anything in mind?”

“We’re an old married couple, remember? Or at least we act like one.”

“Don’t start finishing my sentences. You could get badly hurt.”

“So?” he said expectantly.

“So maybe I head to Virginia and start looking into the murders down there and Roy’s connection to the Feds while you stay up here, wait for them to kick Megan loose. And maybe you go back to Cutter’s Rock again, this time with Megan, and dig up what you can on Bergin’s murder. Then we rendezvous and compare notes in the near future.”

He smiled. “What about you taking care of me?”

“So put on your big-boy pants and suck it up.”

“So we divide and conquer.”

“Or cut our strength in half.” She handed him her gun. “You better keep this.”

“I don’t have a permit.”

“Better they arrest you for not having a permit than my identifying your body because you didn’t have a gun.”

“I get the point. But what about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stop by my apartment and grab a spare.”

“How many guns do you have?”

“Neither one more nor one less than I need.”

He took the gun.