Will gasped and started to stand. Hector grabbed his arm before he could leave the table.
“Now, just wait, Will. Listen to what I have to say before you panic.”
Will slowly sat back down.
“I called the sheriff to let him know you were here because two federal agents came by looking for you, and I wanted him to check and see what was up.”
“Two federal agents?” Will asked. “Like FBI agents?”
“I’m not sure who they were,” Hector replied. “They showed me their ID, but it was too quick for me to see which agency they worked for.”
“But…did they say why they wanted me?” Will couldn’t think of a single thing he’d done to warrant having two federal agents after him.
“They didn’t say. They just asked me to call them if I saw you.”
Will’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t tell them I was here?”
He’d told the sheriff.
“I don’t know them,” Hector snapped out. “I wasn’t about to tell them anything.”
Will’s frown deepened as he stared at the top of the table. He drew a little circle on the mint green Formica. It was really an ugly table, but it was better than nothing. “They didn’t say what they wanted me for?” he asked again.
Hector shook his head.
Huh.
“What did the sheriff say? Did he know why they were here?”
“No, he checked everything, and there are no warrants out for your arrest, no APBs, not even a hold request. According to his system, no one is after you.”
“Are you sure they were real federal agents?”
Hector snorted. “Not in the least.”
Crap, that was worse than federal agents being after him.
“Who’s after you, Will?”
Will dropped his eyes to the table top. “I don’t know.”
“Look at me, Will.”
Will so didn’t want to, but he could hear the demand in Hector’s voice. He held his breath when his gut clenched and slowly raised his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me, Will. I don’t like it.”
Will’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”
“Who’s after you, Will?” Hector asked again.
“I really don’t know,” Will insisted. “Now that Officer Wilson is in jail, no one should even care where I’m at.”
Hector’s dark eyebrows drew together, arching down low over his face. “Just what was your relationship with Fred Wilson?”
“He…uh…arrested me.” Will knew his cheeks were turning red because he could feel the heat flushing his skin.
“For what?”
