“He’s unwilling to share the info until he knows what the concessions will be.”
“We’re not in a position to offer concessions. Those would have to come from the U.S. Attorney’s Office, and since we’re talking about the murder of their beloved boss, they’re not feeling overly generous.”
“Then I have nothing further to say to you,” Bryant said.
“Detective Cruz, will you please take Mr. Bryant back to lockup?”
“When is my bail hearing?”
“Not sure yet, but you probably ought to get comfortable downstairs.”
“I’m still a United States congressman,” he reminded her.
“So what?”
“That should count toward something.”
“I believe that probably counted toward you getting out on bail in the first place after being linked to a murder, which means that chip has been played—and you blew it. Detective Cruz, after you deliver Mr. Bryant to lockup, please brief Carlucci and Dominguez on what we need from them tonight.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
With that, she wheeled herself out of the room and back to her office to get her coat so she could get the hell out of there.
“You can’t just walk away from me when I’m still talking to you,” Bryant called after her.
“Oh, yes, I can.”
She texted Vernon to tell him she was on the way out.
A minute later, he appeared at her office door. “Thought you might need a push.”
“You get me, Vernon.”
He helped her position her coat around her shoulders. “Sadly, I do.”
Sam laughed. “Let’s roll.” She was ready to get home and figure out what the hell was going on with her hip.
On the way, she took another call from an unavailable number. “Holland.”
“General Cox would like to see you at nine thirty tomorrow. Is that possible?”
“Where?”
“At his office.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.”
This call ended the same way the other one had—abruptly.
She texted Freddie to tell him they had a meeting with the AG at nine thirty tomorrow.
Got it, he replied.
Tomorrow was going to be a long-ass day. Thinking about that made her even more tired than she already was.
When they arrived at the White House, Harry met her with a wheelchair.