Page 58 of Dead Fall (The Quantico Files 2)

“Fine. But I’m done,” Reinhardt said. “This whole thing is outrageous. I know how to keep myself safer than you do, it seems.”

“Are you talking about the officer who died?” Logan asked. “It looks like natural causes.”

“Sure it is. Kind of a big coincidence, though, isn’t it? I’ve gone along with this long enough. You have no right to keep me here.” He took the FBI-issued phone out of his pocket and handed it to Logan. “I’m getting out of here before I die of so-called natural causes.”

“Look, it’s not safe—”

“I’ve given the FBI everything,” Reinhardt said, his voice getting louder. “They threw me aside like yesterday’s newspaper. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“We’ve been over this, Don.”

Reinhardt stuck his finger in Logan’s face. “You don’t get to call me Don. I’m Supervisory Special Agent Reinhardt.”

Logan, who’d obviously had enough, said, “Actually, you’re not. You’re Mr. Reinhardt. You need to stay here. You have to be interviewed.”

“Either have me arrested or stay out of my way.” He stood toe-to-toe with Logan, and they stared at each other for several seconds. “I thought not,” Reinhardt said. “You have no way to keep me here against my will. I’m leaving.” He turned on his heel and stormed away.

“Should we try to make him stay?” Alex asked. “Isn’t he still a suspect?”

“I’ll call Chief Gorman and ask him to assign an officer to watch him,” Logan said. “But he’s right. We have no authority to keep him here. The police don’t have any evidence to arrest him, and he doesn’t work for us anymore. Besides, I have more important things to think about. I need to call Washington and let them know what’s happened.”

The Washington field office had jurisdiction over Quantico. But since the death appeared to be natural, calling them was just a formality.

Logan walked over to talk to the officer standing near the elevators, and Alex hurried to the food court. It was pretty empty. Just their unit and a few officers.

“Where is everyone?” she asked as she approached the table where Monty sat.

“The rest of the trainees are checking out,” he said. “Most of them left last night. Other than that, nothing’s going on down here.”

“Have you guys seen Kaely?” she asked.

“No,” Robin said, “but we just got here.” She looked at Todd. “You came down early. Have you seen her?”

“No,” he said. “Sorry.”

“You all took the elevator near your rooms to come downstairs, right?”

“Sure,” Robin said. “Why?”

“What about you, Monty?”

“Todd and I planned to go down to breakfast together. I met him outside his room.” Monty frowned at her. “Why are you asking these questions?”

As Logan joined them, Alex quickly told them about Dennis.

“Seriously?” Monty said. “Maybe if I’d used the other elevator I could have found him soon enough to save him.”

“No, he’d been dead for a while,” Alex said. “It must have happened sometime early this morning. Are you sure you haven’t seen Kaely anywhere? Did anyone make breakfast plans with her? Could she have used the elevator on your end?”

“Not as far as we know,” Robin said. “What’s going on, Alex?”

“We don’t know where she is.” Alex took the phone from her pocket, found Kaely’s name in her contacts list, and called her. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. These phones didn’t have voice mail, so there was no way to leave a message.

“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions,” Bethany said. “Kaely knows how to take care of herself. She could be anywhere. Maybe she went over to the training field.”

“No one’s supposed to leave the building without permission,” Logan said. “And why wouldn’t she answer her phone?”

“Maybe it’s not working,” Todd said. “I’ve had some trouble with mine.”

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