“I want a lawyer.”
The next chuckle that slipped out of Callahan was perfect. Ian bit back a smile. The man definitely knew what he was doing.
“I would want one too. I mean, you have not only our government excited to question you, but man, UK wants your ass in court. Then…well, I guess we could talk about all that crypto you stole. I mean, some of that was Russian, right? Those bastards own a lot of the prisons. There’ll be hits put out against you, I’m sure.”
“What?” Ian asked.
“He’s bluffing, but we want to freak him out. Him targeting you was a big change in his MO, and he probably didn’t think about what MI-6 would do when he targeted a former operative.”
“Why would UK want to talk to me? That bitch died of cancer.”
Ian frowned and looked back at the interrogation. What the hell was he getting at? Underwood did not look freaked out at all.
“Who?” Callahan asked.
“Judith. I didn’t kill her.”
His gut churned. Something wasn’t right.
“I’m talking about Ian Smith.”
Underwood rolled his eyes. “What the fuck does he matter? Well, other than the fact that my daughter has shitty taste in men.”
“Did you or did you not target him the last few months to get your daughter out in the open?”
“I did not. I had nothing to do with that. That plan would have too many variables.”
Ian blinked, his entire mind going blank for a minute. Why was he even talking? Didn’t he ask for a lawyer, but then again, the man was a narcissist. He would formulate what he thought was the best plan, and he was right about the attacks on him. There had been no guarantee that Lila would engage.
“He seems sincere,” Seth murmured.
“The man is a liar who killed his family.”
“True, but…”
Yeah, he got it. It wasn’t a good plan to use Ian to bring out Lila. It did slow down her investigation, but it wouldn’t have been a sure bet.
“We need to find out his movements through the last few months,” Ian said.
“I think Emily and Charity are working on it right now.”
Just like his worry earlier, he felt an icy finger at the base of his neck. It had been one of the things that had saved him in all his time at MI-6. But right now, he couldn’t seem to come up with the reason for it.
“Your daughter seems to think that’s what you were doing.”
The chair squeaked as Underwood leaned back. Lila didn’t resemble her father at all, definitely taking after her mother and grandmother. His eyes were too small for his face, his jaw soft, and even without the swelling from Lila breaking his nose, his nose was overly large.
“Then she would be wrong.”
Why was he talking? That thought kept coming up in his brain. “He thinks he’s getting a deal.”
“Yeah, I get that but let TJ do his thing.”
The door opened to their room. Emily held the door open for a very pregnant Charity, who held a tablet.
“Oh, damn, he started. I don’t get to watch him in action as much as I would like.”
She smiled at them and Ian blinked. The African American woman was definitely stunning, glowing with her pregnancy. She always seemed to dress as if she were going to a convention of some sort and today was no different. She’d dressed as Rosie the Riveter. It was one she had been sporting a lot in these last few months of her pregnancy.
