"I’m not playing dumb.”
"You mean to tell me you were out there yesterday protesting, but you had nothing to do with the vandalism?"
“That's exactly what I'm saying to you.”
"Who was involved?”
Kyle shrugged and swallowed. "I don't know.”
"Bullshit. I bet you knew half those people on the dock yesterday. You’re dialed into the community.”
"Look, this is the first I'm hearing of it."
I didn’t buy it for a second.
"Protesting is one thing. Violence is another,” Kyle said. “That's not my style.”
"I want names."
"I can't give you names. If I knew who did it, I’d tell you."
My skeptical eyes narrowed at him.
"I swear!”
I stared him down for a long moment. "If I find out you're involved, I swear to God…”
"I wasn't!”
I gave him another card for good measure. "If you hear anything, call me.”
He took the card and stuffed it into his pocket. He already had one. I doubted he'd use either of them.
"What are you going to do about Aqus?”
"We’ve been all through that facility. There is no indication of a clandestine lab. If they’re doing illegal experiments, they’re using another location. If you have any more info, I’m all ears.”
Kyle frowned and said nothing.
We left and walked back down the hallway toward the elevator. Jack muttered, "Think he was involved?"
"If he wasn't, he damn sure knows who was."
We took the elevator down to the lobby and hustled back to the Porsche. We climbed in, and Jack fired up the engine and pulled out of the lot. “How did it go with Ariel last night?"
"We went to the ER, then I went to bed."
Jack lifted a curious brow.
"And not in the way you're thinking."
"She's cute.”
"She was medicated and suffering a traumatic brain injury."
He frowned. "Well, I had a damn good time.”
"You told me."
