Chapter 65

“It’s not the way you think.” His free hand reached into his jacket pocket and extricated a beaten billfold. In a quick flip, he tossed it onto Eli’s lap. “That might help you.”

Tucking his pencil behind his ear, Eli opened it to reveal a federal ID. “Agent Douglas Pfeiffer. You’re both agents?”

Pfeiffer gave him a brusque nod. “And this was our case until Yager and Baptiste showed up. We’ve been following illegal money through Chicago for a year now. Your roommate Gretchen finally led us to Fong, but by that point, it was too late.”

“He’s lying to you, Locke.”

“It looks as good as your ID, Agent Yager.”

“There was never any local involvement until Baptiste got killed.”

The billfold held nothing else. Eli held it out to Pfeiffer, his fingers surprisingly rock-steady. “Why not just tell Yager what you were doing?”