“Pardon me if I don’t find your assurances particularly comforting.”

“I don’t have all day, Mr. Collins. What’s your decision?”

As he blew out a deep breath, the realization that life as he knew it was over seemed to settle on him. His shoulders slumped and his styled hair fell over his forehead. “I’ll work with the Feds.”

“I’ll set it up. Sit tight.”

“Yeah, sure. Like I have any other choice.”

For once, Sam didn’t feel the need to pour salt on open wounds, so she left the room and went back to her office to await Hill’s call.

Freddie came in with Collins’ phone in an evidence bag. “Am I still taking this to him?”

“Get Antonio Sandover’s number off the phone.”

Freddie let out a low whistle. “What’s he doing messing with that cat?”

“What else? Betting on baseball.”

“Seriously? He bet on his own team?”

“Apparently so.”

“Are you looking at him for Willie’s murder?”

“No,” Sam said with a sigh. How nice would it have been to wrap this one up nice and neat by pinning it on the team’s general manager who’d had far more than anyone knew riding on the outcome of the game? Unfortunately, nothing was ever that easy in her world. “He didn’t kill Willie because that wouldn’t have changed anything for him. Instead, he went home and beat the shit out of his house. Go get that number off his phone and put the phone back in the evidence locker. Then meet me here so we can deal with Rick Lind.”

“Got it.”

She took advantage of a free minute to run an internet search on Lind and printed out a few pages of information. When Sam’s phone rang she took the call from Hill. “Speak.”

“I’m sending over my deputy, Special Agent Terrell, to pick up Collins. He’ll have three other agents with him for transport.”

“I’ll let Collins know.”

“I’m on a five o’clock flight to the D.R. I’ll be in touch after I’ve tracked down Marco.”

“We’re on our way to talk to Lind.”

“I forgot to mention that Bixby told me Lind had issues.”

“What kind of issues?”

“Anger, for one thing. Didn’t take much to set him off.”

“Good to know. Thanks again for making the trip.”

“No problem.”

She slapped the phone closed, stashed it in her pocket and went to find Cruz.

On the way out of HQ, she went looking for Scotty and the chief to let them know she had to leave.

Scotty lit up when he saw her coming into the intake area. “Sam! Check it out!” He held up his hands to show off the black smudges on his fingertips. “And here’s my mug shot.”

“Dude, you’re not supposed to smile when you’ve been arrested.”