Chapter 5

He hadn’t shown any of the body language of a liar nor did he hesitate in his reply. Still she was startled. “The bartender? The one that talked to the guy who might be the kidnapper?”

The man started visibly. “He told you that? Cripes. I wondered how he got you to go with him. I mean most cops are pretty wily and FBI agents—well, if one of them has a dumb attack, nobody ever finds out.”

“Why am I here? This doesn’t look like a thug’s hangout, or a place to hide kidnapped boys.”

Roy shook his head, standing to pace around the room. “I’ve said too damn much already. I wasn’t thinking clear. This whole gig’s scaring me. I don’t know what Frank’s plan is. I swear I don’t. He said it was better that I not know too much. He just told me to keep an eye on you and not let you leave, whatever I had to do. Except not to hurt you.”

“And that I was FBI?”

He didn’t respond to that.