For a second, his eyes filled with hatred so naked that even Agent Price shifted her stance. Then the look vanished behind panic.
“Then what is it about?”
He glanced at the corners of the interview room, at the camera, at Agent Price.
“I can’t say it here.”
Agent Price stepped forward. “Mr. Whitaker, this is your opportunity to cooperate.”
Ryan gave a sharp, frightened laugh. “You think you’re in charge because you have a badge? You have no idea how many badges she’s collected.”
The air seemed to thin.
She did not react openly, but something in her gaze sharpened.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Ryan sat back down slowly.
“It means Linda kept records,” he said. “On everyone. Judges. lawyers. police. officers. Anyone who helped, anyone who looked away, anyone who took money and pretended it was kindness.”
“Where?” Price asked.
Ryan looked only at me.
“At the house,” he said. “But not where you think.”
