"Get out and throw up," he ordered.
"What?"
"Get out and throw up."
Then she started dry heaving. She opened the door in time to vomit outside of the car, which was good. She kept throwing up.
He looked around. There was no water, but there were tissues. After she was done, he pulled her back in and handed her the tissues. She shut the door, and he took off again.
She started to cry. "I can't believe this. I can't believe this."
"Who do you think that could have been?"
"What? I don't know."
He pressed harder. "Think." It was the best time to talk to people when they were in shock. That was something any military police knew, any Navy SEAL interrogator knew. Talk to people in shock. They usually told the truth.
"I don't know. I honestly don't know."
He slammed his hand against the dashboard. "Think! Who would have done this? Give me your gut response. It doesn't have to be right. Tell me who would have done this."
She stared blankly ahead. "Uhh… the only ones who could have done this are people in my security—Thomas, Henry, my staff."
Walker focused his mind on the camera room, on the men he'd introduced himself to. "When I walked in that camera room, they were cagey. I could tell. I didn't sense they were planning a full-on attack, but they were probably in on it. Tell me more."
She looked worried. "I can't believe Henry would do this. He has been loyal to my father for years. I can't believe it."
"Why would he do it?" he asked loudly.
She looked confused. "I don't know. I honestly don't know."
He slammed his hand against the dashboard again.
She cried out, "Would you stop it?! You need to calm down!"
"If there's anything, anything a little suspicious, anything that worried you, anytime you were uncertain—" He pressed. "Tell me!"
She shrugged, her shoulders slumping against the leather seat. "It's been hard. It's been hard with the pressure, my dad dying, me having to fend off the corporate takeover, grieving my father, and dealing with major problems in the company."
"What kind of problems?"
"Shipping problems, people problems."
"Right. The Private investigator, but then you had that other VP who died six months ago."
She nodded. "That was a problem, plus a major competitor, Quantico—their CFO was killed two months ago."
Walker processed this. "That wasn't in the file."
She looked guilty. "Sorry, it's all so crazy. He was a friend of mine. His wife told me when I was at the funeral said that he'deaten something, that she was sure he was poisoned. They went to this French restaurant. Later that night, he died. She really thought he was poisoned."
He filed that away. "What else?"
She shook her head and then really started crying. The shock was running its course. "I don't know, I don't know, Walker. It's all falling apart now." A look of horror washed over her face. "How many people died back there? How many people died?"
Walker sniffed. "I don't know. Couldn't tell. Two for sure that I saw. More were hurt. Gunfire kept going. I don't know."
She was now weeping, makeup streaking down her face. "They were like family. Those people worked for my father's company for so long. They were like family."
