Angus blinked. “I meant Quan Zhang, who’s the second to Opal at the HDD.” He narrowed his gaze at the two agents. “Did you two know that Nari’s biological father was second in command?”

“Yep,” Fields said. “They have the same name, dude.”

Had Special Agent Fields just called him “dude”? Angus gave him a look. “I’m aware of that, but the names of the higher-ups aren’t actually on our paychecks, are they? We’re a secret agency for a reason.” Somehow, it was reassuring that Fields and Rutherford had known of Nari’s connection to the leadership in HDD. Not that he was starting to like these guys. Not at all.

Tate cleared his throat. “Your agency is weird. Who doesn’t know the names of their bosses?”

Fields shrugged. “Force’s team has never quite been on the inside, and I guess the administrator had a lot to do with that.”

“Plus, you’re a bunch of screwups,” Rutherford said helpfully. “Now finish with your statement, would you?”

Angus did so, trying to ignore the pain in his arm. Wait a minute. “Did you jackwads tell them to hold off with the pain meds until after I gave my statement?”

“Of course,” Rutherford said. “If you’d hurry it up, I’ll call in the nurse.”

Angus glared at him and then finished his statement, answering questions from all three men until he’d repeated himself about three times. “I’m done. If you want to talk to me again, find my lawyer. Well, find a lawyer.”

Tate brightened. “Hey. I forgot to tell you. Scott came out of the coma and verified your story. Although I guess it’s all verified now anyway.”

Angus settled. “Scott is okay?” The weight of the guilt he’d felt over getting his lawyer shot had been stifling. It started to lift.

“Yeah. He will be, although it might be a long run of recuperation. He’s back, though, and he said to tell you that you’d be receiving a bill.” Tate winced. “I’m glad I won’t see that number.”

That was a worry for another day.

“Goodbye,” Angus said pointedly. “Please find Nari and send her in.” He needed to make sure she was all right. The feeling of his hands on her neck would give him nightmares for years, but she’d been correct. The move had made Lassiter open the door.

The three men took their leave, and soon another walked inside.

Angus partially sat up. “Deputy Administrator Zhang. How are you?”

A bandage covered part of Zhang’s forehead and he walked as if his bones hurt. “I am well. How are you?”