They drew out chairs across the metal table from him and sat. “You would not believe the favors we had to call in to get here,” Fields said, reaching for a cough drop from his pocket. “Apparently Metro PD doesn’t want to share you. They’re pissed we’re here.”

Good to know. Angus could use that to his advantage for the duration of this case.

Rutherford set a leather briefcase on the floor. His blond hair was slightly damp and he crossed his arms over his red power tie. When had it started raining? “I thought you were going to leave town.”

“I was on my way out when I heard the news about the body,” Angus lied.

Roscoe opened one eye to watch the proceedings from his position in the corner.

Rutherford set his phone on the table, pushing the Record button. “This is Special Agent Rutherford with HDD Special Agent Fields, interviewing former Agent Angus Force.” Rutherford finished with the date and time before straightening. “Have you been read your rights?”

“Nope. Want to run me through those?” Angus drawled. Might as well make the jackwad jump through hoops.

Rutherford did so without blinking. “Do you understand the rights as they’ve been read to you?”

“Yeppers,” Angus said. “Is this going to take long? If so, we’re gonna need dinner. I’m getting peckish.”

“Yes, it’s going to take a while, whether Metro or you like it,” Rutherford said, his smooth-shaven face darkening. “Let’s start with the most recent body. The woman was found in the laundry facility of your apartment complex, right?”

“Yes,” Angus answered, his throat parched.

Rutherford reached for a yellow file folder. “Where were you between the hours of three and six a.m. this morning?”

Angus grew still. “Excuse me?”

Rutherford smiled, showing perfectly even white teeth. “Based on our investigation, the body was dumped during that time frame. Where were you?”

Irritation heated through Angus, so he let his lip curl in a smile. “You can’t seriously be telling me I’m a suspect.”

Agent Fields finished chewing his cough drop, and the smell of menthol wafted around. “Of course you’re a suspect. Think about it, Force.”

Huh. Interesting. He truly hadn’t thought that one out. Angus rubbed his chin. “I’ve never been a suspect before.” Did he know any lawyers who didn’t dislike him? The list of people who actually did like him was pretty short, and even those he wasn’t sure about.

Roscoe, as if sensing a change in the atmosphere of the room, lumbered to his feet and padded over to Angus’s side. He sat, at attention, his ears up and his brown eyes facing the agents.

Fields shook his head. “That dog is something else.” Admiration glowed in his eyes.