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  64. AUTHOR’ S NOTE

that’s another felony. If you can truthfully convince Corelli that you’re innocent, we may be able to make this go away. If I tell him you’re not going to answer his questions, you’re liable to find yourself charged and on trial, and they have a lot of evidence. Do you fully understand your situation now?”

“Yes, I think I do.”

“Do you still want to answer Corelli’s questions?”

“Yes.”

“All right. Now, we’re likely to be seated in a room with a mir-ror on the wall. Behind that wall is certainly going to be a video camera, and probably several other DEA agents, including Corelli’s boss. Everything will be recorded, and they’ll play it over and over again, so your demeanor will be important. Give full answers; don’t be terse. It’s not like you’re taking a lie detector test; you’ll be talking to human beings who will make judgments about you.”

“Are they likely to give me a lie detector test?”

“It’s a possibility. Does that make you nervous?”

“Of course.”

“If they suggest it, I’ll tell them no,” Stone said. “That won’t sur-prise them. If we feel they need more convincing, then we’ll suggest a polygraph.”

“How good are those things?”

“Pretty good, if the operator is experienced and neutral.”

“I think I could pass it,” Evan said. “Suggest it, if you feel it’s in my interests.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Stone said.

Rocco Corelli came to a reception room to get them, then put them in an interrogation room—just a table and four chairs. Another man joined them, and Corelli introduced him as John Myers.

“Are you a DEA agent, Mr. Myers?” Stone asked him as they settled at the table.

“I’m an assistant U.S. attorney,” Myers replied. Stone nodded as if that didn’t bother him.

“Mr. Barrington,” Corelli said, “first I have a few questions for you for the record, given your presence on Mr. Keating’s boat.”

“That’s fine with me,” Stone said.

“Are you acquainted with a New York City police detective named Dino Bacchetti?”

“Yes, he was my partner when I was with the NYPD.”

“Please explain the presence of the two of you in Key West.”

“A law firm with which I am affiliated in New York was asked to send someone to Key West to find Evan Keating, in connection with a family business matter, and I was asked to go. Lieutenant Bacchetti came along as a sort of vacation.”

“And how did you come to be aboard Mr. Keating’s boat on the day in question?”