“Then I get to ask questions about Gunnar.”
Bryn smiled sweetly.“Well, he’s about eight inches, thick, and he can go—”
“Oh my God!Stop!You don’t have any shame, do you?”
“Not a shred.”
* * * *
After more hours of file reading, Bryn was more than ready for an outing, even if was only to the FBI field office in Boston.He and Gunnar were escorted through security and up to a conference room where Special Agent Bell was waiting for them.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite GCR team,” Bell said as they entered.“Come to complicate my life again?”
“Good to see you too, Bell,” Gunnar replied.“We’re here to talk to your special guest.”
Bell’s expression turned serious.“She’s been a tough nut to crack.In fact, she’s been a pain in my ass.”
“That’s why we’re here.Bryn can help us get to the truth faster.”
“I don’t expect she’ll cooperate with a truth read.”
“She doesn’t need to,” Gunnar said.“Her memory and intent should give us something.”
“Okay, but I’m sitting in.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Bryn lifted his glasses so he could glare more effectively at the two of them.“If you two have quite finished with the bromance, can we get on with this?”
Gunnar shot him an amused glance.“Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“The donut shop, preferably.”
“Oh, well in that case, I guess we’d better get rolling.”
Bell shook his head.“You two are…unique.”
He led them to an interview room where Agent Mercer sat waiting at a table.She looked bored but her expression hardened when she saw who had entered.
“I should have known they’d send you eventually,” she said.“I’m surprised it took this long.”
“Mercer, or is it Hammond?”Gunnar said, taking the seat across from her.“Whoever you are, we have questions.”
“I’m sure you do, but I’ve told the FBI everything I know,” she replied.
“Which was squat,” Bell snarled.
She smiled.“I won’t be answering any questions from the augur either.How dumb do you think I am?”
“Aw shucks,” Bryn said.“Shall I answer that one?”
“Best not,” Gunnar replied.“Maybe she isn’t important enough to know anything and this is all designed to waste our time.”
“That must be it.”
A muscle twitched in Mercer’s jaw.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”Bryn removed his dark glasses, revealing his intense green eyes.“I’m going to need to touch you.”He stripped off his gloves, slapping them down on the table.
