Rutherford kept scribbling. “Are you and Agent Zhang involved in a sexual relationship?”

Ah. That was the tack he’d decided to take. Piss Angus off and see if he’d let something slip? “Again, none of your business.” He knew better than to lie to federal investigators, but he didn’t have to tell them anything he didn’t want to say. “Why? You interested in her?”

Rutherford didn’t look up. “The last guy she dated nearly lost his position in the HDD. I don’t date nutj obs.”

Irritation ticked along Angus’s skin. Nicely done. Rutherford had gotten in a hit, but Angus didn’t have to let him know it. “You probably couldn’t handle her,” he agreed, wanting to punch the guy in the nose.

“Can you?” Rutherford looked up, his blue eyes clear.

Angus leaned forward. “Are we really here to talk about my dating life? Tell me you at least have something on the asshole who shot at me and then blew up my cabin. Have you even found Millie Frost yet?” So far Brigid had been unable to track the young tech, so it was doubtful this guy had either.

Fields crunched on the cough drop. By the smell, this one was lemon-flavored. “So you are dating Agent Zhang.”

Angus sat back. He started to run through the line of questioning in his mind.

“Okay. Let’s go over when you were shot at the other day. Nobody else saw a blue truck or a firefight,” Rutherford said.

Angus rolled his eyes. “We didn’t engage until we were away from the businesses along the road.”

Fields nodded. “That was wise of you. And the grenade and explosion last night at your cabin? Did anybody see the threat? Besides Nari Zhang?”

Angus lowered his chin. “No.” He rolled his shoulders. “I’ve told you everything I know about both scenarios. All I can think is that either I or my team pissed somebody off. We busted a cult a while back and it’s entirely possible an old cult member is out for revenge. I don’t know. Give me access to my case files and I’ll go through them one by one.” After he found the serial killer.

“Tell me where you were the night this woman was dumped in the alley.” Rutherford took out a picture of the first victim they’d found.

Angus looked down at the dead Chinese graduate student. He shook his head. “This isn’t your case.”

Fields looked at the picture, his gaze hardening. “No, but the bodies reflect an obsession with your team, so we called in a couple of favors in order to question you. I suggest you cooperate. Please answer Tom’s question.”