Page 16 of Wolf Tormented
“Yes, sir.” She chuckles.
Bill closes the door and walks around the desk with a sigh. He rubs his eyes. “I’m sorry about this. I know you have other issues.”
“Yeah, Jara had a shelf fall on her today. She’s with the healer.”
Why did I tell him that? Am I still feeling guilty about leaving her half-conscious?
“And you came here to deal with this nonsense?” he asks.
“It’s important, Bill. She knows that.” I shift uncomfortably in my chair.
“You nearly went to war for her.” His gaze locks on me in disapproval.
He picks up a stack of folders and straightens them before setting them down in the exact same spot.
“I know. I nearly risked my pack for her, and I can’t do that again. I can’t show weakness. Can we just get this over with so I have some idea of what to expect?”
“Archer…”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Bill. Let’s talk about the damn investigation.” I glare and clench my fist around the arm of the chair. A faint creak meets my ears.
“Okay, they are going to ask you a series of questions. You don’t have to answer them all, but I will be in there to advise you on what you should or should not answer.”
“Why wouldn’t I answer all their questions?” I sit forward.
“They could try to twist your words.”
I nod as he stands and heads to the door.
“Where are you going?” I stand as well.
“We will talk with them in the conference room. I don’t want them snooping through my office.” Bill strolls out the door.
“Good point.”
Bill works as a lawyer for many rogue wolves, and he probably has details about them that the government can never know.
I follow him into the main office and around the room to another door. It’s glass, and the entire wall is basically a window.
“Is this room such a good idea?” I ask as we walk into the conference room.
I’m exposed to the entire office, and there are no actual walls in this place. How am I supposed to have a wall at my back without walls?
“I picked this conference room because it’s glass. It will make those agents uncomfortable and let them know that they are in clear view of every one of my employees.”
That makes sense. I just wish it didn’t make me uncomfortable too. I nod, walk to the opposite end of the room, and sit at the end of the table with my back to the window.
Bill takes the seat next to me and pushes a button on the phone. “Bring them to the conference room.”
“Yes, sir,” the receptionist says and hangs up the phone.
Several sets of footsteps sound outside, and I straighten my spine, glancing over at Bill. The receptionist knocks on the door and Bill waves her in.
A small woman with a computer strolls in and sits on the other side of Bill. She must be the court reporter since I’ve never seen her before. The two government agents follow her.
“Gentlemen, please have a seat,” Bill says. “My client requested we do this quickly as he needs to get home.”
“And where exactly is home?” the bushy eyebrow agent asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.
