Murrow grabbed her wrist and forced her back in the chair. “Next time we talk, make sure she’s in shackles. Nash, let her stew. Put her in holding.”
* * *
Zach drove Wes to the Center with Saoirse in the back seat. “What the hell was that about? CSI already has a signed contract with them.” Wes drank from a bottle of water Saoirse offered him.
“What did the FBI achieve?” Zach asked.
“Why pull you away from the Center?” Saoirse asked.
“What can only you do at the Center? Was there anything on your schedule out of the ordinary?” Zach pursed his lips.
“I had a supervisor’s staff breakfast scheduled. There was a business association meeting in Leesburg I was planning to attend. I wanted to deal with the worry of our locals. Our increased staffing alone has them on edge. Add the fire and the body, and we will have trouble if I don’t set them at ease. I planned on dropping by our neighbors’. They dodged the lieutenant’s questions.”
Wes closed his eyes to think. “Nothing else pops on my written schedule.” He paused. “Forsyth knew about Ellie and me spending the night in town. If I was in custody, I couldn’t be with her. God, Zach, check on her.”
