“Does she usually come back here before going to work?”

“Sometimes. Not always, though.”

Henning turned to Nathan. “Anything more?”

“That dangerous man is your father.”

Henning outwardly flinched at Nathan’s comment.

Janey narrowed her eyes, disgust stealing over her face. “I think you should get out.”

“You’re a lousy liar, Janey.”

“I said get out.”

Nathan took a step forward. “And if we don’t?”

“I’ll call the police.”

“We are the police.”

“I’ll still call.”

Nathan took another step toward her. “That’s going to be rather difficult after I’ve broken your jaw in three places.” He quickly scanned the room for a phone, which was in the kitchen.

“Listen, asshole. You can’t come in here and threaten me like this.”

Nathan spoke over his shoulder to Henning. “Why don’t you wait outside?”

Henning opened his mouth to respond, but hesitated, not sure what to do. “Yeah, I guess maybe I better,” he said. The FBI agent stepped through the door and closed it behind him.

When they were alone, Janey glanced at the phone behind Nathan. Her lower lip trembled when she spoke. “What do you want from me?” She was close to tears.

“The truth,” Nathan said. He moved between Janey and kitchen, trapping her in the living room. She crossed her arms over her chest as a tear rolled, but said nothing.

“It’s like this, Janey. I believe you about your mother having a drinking problem, and I believe your life has been difficult because of it. I also believe that when you went looking for her, you found her at a local bar. And I also believe that’s where she is right now.”

“You don’t understand, she hates cops. If you go in there, she’ll freak out.”

“Listen to me very carefully, Janey. I don’t blame you for what your father did. You didn’t ask for any of this, it just landed in your lap. It’s a raw deal, but that’s the hand life has dealt you.” Nathan pointed to his face. “I’ve had a raw deal too. Life goes on. The bomb in Sacramento was made of forty pounds of Czech-made plastic explosive. We think Ernie still has three hundred pounds of it. He murdered twenty-four people and wounded fifty-five others. Six of them will never walk again. They’ll spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs. The blast wave blew people’s arms and legs clean off, and the heat from the explosion was so intense, it peeled the skin from their bodies like barbecued chicken. Have you ever seen a third-degree burn victim, Janey?”

She was openly crying now. “Why are you telling me this?”

“You know why.”

“She’ll kill me.”

“Maybe it’s time you were on your own. Don’t you want to get out of this place?”

She nodded.