Laurel whispered, “That tells me you had doubts about the assignment from the beginning. You didn’t want it to end up the way it did.” She held his eye, whispered, “Work with us, Barry.”

There’s a moment in chess, David had told her, of alarming clarity. You understand that the strategy you’ve been confidently following is completely wrong, that your opponent has been playing an entirely different game—one of insight and brilliance, outstripping yours. Your loss might not be in the next move or the next ten but defeat is inevitable.

“He’ll see it in your eyes,” David had explained. “Something changes. You know you’ve lost and your eyes tell your opponent you understand that.”

This is what she observed now with Barry Shales.

He’s going to cave, she understood. He’s going to give me Shreve Metzger! The murderer who uses national intelligence to kill whomever the hell he wants to kill.

Checkmate…

His breathing was rapid. “All right. Tell me…Tell me how this could work?”

“What we can do is—”

A pounding on the door.

Laurel jumped.

A man in a close-fitting gray suit stood at the window, looking matter-of-factly from her to Shales and back again.

No, no, no…

Laurel knew him. He was one of the most tenacious—and vicious—defense lawyers in the city. That is, one of the best. But he primarily appeared in federal court in New York at the behest of associated firms based in Washington, DC. Curious that he was here, rather than an attorney who knew his way around the rough-and-tumble state trial court, which in New York was called the Supreme Court.

The guard opened the door.

“Hello, Counselor Laurel,” the lawyer said pleasantly.

She knew him by reputation. How did he know her?

Something wasn’t right here.

“Who—?” Shales began.

“I’m Artie Rothstein. I’ve been retained to defend you.”

“By Shreve?”

“Don’t say anything more, Barry. Were you advised you have the right to an attorney and you don’t need to say anything?”

“I…Yes. But I want to—”

“No, you don’t, Barry. You don’t want to do anything at the moment.”

“But, look, I just found out that Shreve—”

“Barry,” Rothstein said in a low voice. “I’m advising you to be quiet. It’s very important.” He waited a moment then added, “We want to make sure you and your family get the best counsel you can have.”

“My family?”

Hell. That’s his game. Laurel said firmly, “The state has no case against your family, Barry. We have no interest in them at all.”