“FBI Agent Shane Livingstone. Here to pick up a prisoner for transfer.” He handed over a sheaf of paperwork to the desk sergeant along with a request that the evidence response team would be along shortly to remove Borisky’s vehicle. To say the techs were working overtime was an understatement but everyone took an attack on the FBI very seriously—and as Yael was on the task force, they’d now had two.

Normally, they’d send along a local agent to question the prisoner, but Fredericksburg was so close to Quantico it made sense for HRT to come get the guy.

To Shane’s surprise it took less than fifteen minutes before a big dude wearing dirty jeans and a filthy gray sweatshirt was brought out with his hands cuffed behind his back. He had a round face with a triple chin and dark scruff from too many days of not shaving. His eyes were beady, set deep in his face, the whites bloodshot.

He didn’t look scared of the fact he was being detained by the FBI. He looked positively chipper.

Shane signed a form. Nodded to the officers. “Appreciate the good work on this one.”

Borisky snorted. “I was on my way into the police station when they pulled me over. Hey, what are you going to do with my car?”

Shane gave the guy a hard stare. “We’re going to examine it for evidence relating to a recent murder.”

Borisky’s eyes widened then he nodded. “I want it back in one piece. It’s a good car.”

Shane exchanged a look with the police officer and took Borisky by the arm and walked him to the Bucar he’d borrowed from ASAC Sloan.

Shane could have asked Novak or one of his other buddies on the team to accompany him, but he figured it would be better to ask his new partner. After all, Griffin technically had more time in the Bureau as a case agent than either him or Novak. Didn’t mean they hadn’t been good at their jobs but Griffin had an excellent record.

Will Griffin sat in the passenger seat scanning the traffic coming in and out of the jail. Given the lengths EG had gone to in order to kill anyone who’d seen his face, they weren’t taking any chances. They also had an unmarked SUV following them with Cowboy and Meghan Donnelly acting as backup.

Shane fastened Borisky’s seatbelt. With his hands cuffed it wasn’t the most comfortable position but Shane wouldn’t risk him attacking one of them from the backseat.

Griffin shifted slightly so he could watch their prisoner on the ride. Shane climbed in and turned over the engine. He gave Cowboy the signal over the comms that they were ready to leave.

He got a click of acknowledgment.

“So, Ron—”