Boris blew a breath out of the side of his mouth. “No scopes.” He pursed his lips. “Look, I said I’ll tell you everything but I want a deal first. It’s not my first time around the block.” He was insistent and Shane knew they weren’t going to get anywhere with the guy.

“Call Sloan.” Shane handed Griffin his work cell with Sloan’s number programmed in. “Tell her to have a DA waiting for us when we get to Quantico.”

Shane held Boris’s gaze in the rearview. “Anyone dies in the meantime from weapons you sold this sonofabitch and I’ll make sure you do your time in a max security federal penitentiary. Understand?”

“I am not being difficult. I’m protecting myself.” The guy’s voice turned whiny and Shane wanted to punch him in the throat.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and exchanged a glance with Griffin. He seemed to understand how angry Shane was. Because of this asshole in the backseat some psychopath had been able to get hold of an automatic weapon that last night had almost killed Yael. Shane wasn’t here to make friends or shoot the breeze.

“Why’d he come to you and not buy them legally?”

Boris sweated. Shane may have turned up the heater.

Boris gave a shrug. “My guess is he has a record of some kind. He was paranoid about cameras and anonymity.”

Was Evi1Geni-us in the system? Could he have a record? Have served time? It made sense. Psychopaths had terrible impulse control.

“You deal with a lot of tough guys,” Shane said slowly. “This guy rattled you. Why?”

Boris flicked a glance at him via the rearview. Nodded. “Gave me the creeps. I’ve spent time with a lot of very bad people but no one ever looked at me like that before. He had dead eyes—like a shark, you know?” A bead of sweat slid down the side of his face. “He was short on payment by $100 which is a lot, you know? Told me he had it in his room.” Boris swallowed noisily. “As soon as he left, I did something I have never done before in my adult life. I decided to forget the cash and get in my car and take off. I knew he was gonna come back and try to shoot or taser me.”

“He carried a taser?”

Boris nodded. “Said he wanted an upgrade and laughed about it.”

Shane exchanged a glance with Griffin. It looked like they finally had a witness. Borisky was the wrong size and shape to be Evi1Geni-us and didn’t seem to have the IQ required to fox some of the best computer brains in the world. But then maybe looking and acting like Borisky was exactly what it would take to fox them. Assumptions were dangerous. He’d learned that in Special Forces.