Angus sat in the passenger seat of his attorney’s Jaguar, wishing he were behind the wheel. “Why didn’t they arrest me today?”

Scott wove in and out of traffic. “They’re not done building their case, and you promised to take a lie detector test. Against my advice, by the way.” His hands were competent and the look he gave Angus one of resigned irritation. “In my experience the clients who actually listen to me don’t end up behind bars for the rest of their lives. That’s something for you to think about.”

“I won’t fail the lie detector test because I’ll tell the truth,” Angus said, watching the buildings speed by outside.

Scott took another fast turn. “I’ve had honest clients fail before; the test is only as good as the person administering it. You’re obsessed with this case, and that kind of emotion might screw you in a test.”

Angus shook his head. “I’m not worried about that.”

Scott took a sharp right next to a brick building across from a vacant field. He drove around back, where Nari’s rental car awaited. Angus had borrowed it after dropping her off safely at the HDD office. He’d waited until she’d walked inside before leaving.

“What do you think about setting up an insanity defense?” Scott asked, turning off the engine and turning to look at Angus.

Angus paused in the act of opening his door. “Are you nuts?”

“The question is, are you nuts?” Scott returned, his gaze somber. “If we need a defense, that’d be a hell of a one considering your record with the FBI. I could make you look like a freaking hero if need be.”

Angus dropped his chin. “I’m really starting not to like you.”

“I get that a lot,” Scott said.

Angus’s door was wrenched open, and the barrel of a gun pressed inside. He grabbed for it, and the shooter fired several times. One bullet ripped along Angus’s arm and pain shot up to his shoulder.

Scott bellowed.

Angus grabbed the shooter’s wrist and pulled, pushing his way outside and shoving while holding on to the gun. The guy punched him in the ear and he saw stars. He grappled with the shooter, fighting for the gun. The attacker grunted and hit his rib cage, where his burns were healing, and he coughed, nearly doubling over in pain. Even so, he kneed the asshole in the groin.

The guy was about twenty with green eyes, a blond buzz cut, and a nose that had been broken more than once. He bent over, crying out, and loosened his hold on the weapon.

Angus grabbed it free, lifted it, and shot the man several times.