Molina blinked, seeming surprised for the first time since they’d sat down. “I see. Thank you, Mr. Bunker.”

Jeff frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you send us that photo?” Hunter asked.

“Why?” Jeff pressed. “What’s wrong?”

Hunter and Molina shared a look, Molina giving Hunter a slight nod. “The man in that photo is not Stan Prescott,” Hunter said. “We don’t know who he is yet.”

“I still have the flash drive he saved the video to. I brought it with me. You want it?”

“Yes, we do,” Molina said with a brisk nod. She rose and gathered her things. “Agent Hunter will take it into evidence, then see you out. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bunker.”

Jeff drew a breath. “Are you . . . are you going to arrest me?”

Molina’s mouth quirked up in the barest hint of a smile, shocking him. “Not today. We may ask you to come back in if we need further clarification. Mrs. Bunker, thank you for bringing him in. We appreciate how hard this was for both of you.”

Jeff’s mother said nothing until Molina was gone. Then she pressed the heel of her hand to her heart. “I thought you were done for, Jeffy.”

He was so relieved that he didn’t correct her, even though it was humiliating to be called “Jeffy” in front of a Fed. “Me too. Let’s go, please?”

She nodded hard. “Absolutely. Agent Hunter, we’re ready now.”

“Just a moment.” Hunter held out an evidence bag like he was trick-or-treating. “Flash drive?”

“Oh.” Jeff dug it from his pocket and dropped it in the bag. “I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“That’s smart, kid. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Do not approach the press or respond if they ask you questions.” Hunter wrote up a receipt for the flash drive, then sealed the bag. “Look, I’m not trying to scare you or anything, but you really should retain an attorney.”

Jeff’s eyes nearly popped from his head. Beside him, his mother was nearly vibrating in a combination of fear and outrage. “But I didn’t do anything wrong!” he cried.

“But you’re involved. Do yourself a favor and protect yourself, okay? Come on. I’ll walk you out.” Hunter led them through a warren of hallways until they were at the main doors. “Here’s my card,” he said. “If you think of anything else, please let me know.”

Jeff took it and followed his mother out into the afternoon sun. His knees were still a little shaky. He’d honestly thought they’d keep him and knew Hunter was right about getting an attorney. “Mom, Agent Hunter was right. I need an attorney. Do you think your judge friend would have a recommendation?”

Her mouth firmed, determined. “If he doesn’t, I’ll find you a lawyer myself.”

“Thank you. I’ll pay you back, someday. I promise.”

Her laugh was shaky. “You might have to do that, Jeffy. Right now, all I want to do is go home and take a nap for a week.”