Dobkin eyed her waistline. “Fresh hardware?”
She glanced down at the revealed Sig. “When in Maine, you know. And Murdock was vague about when I could expect my weapon back.”
“Heard you got over to Cutter’s to see Edgar Roy.”
“We did. Impressive place. No dollar spared, I take it.”
“Lot of good-paying jobs. And we need every one of them.”
“So homicidal psychos do have their benefits.”
“Didn’t get very far with him, did you?”
“Been talking to Special Agent Murdock?”
“No. My wife’s friend works at Cutter’s.”
“So you have a direct line into the place?”
Dobkin shifted uneasily in his chair. “Wouldn’t go that far.”
“So how’s the investigation coming?”
“FBI is being characteristically tight with developments.”
“What did you want to see me about?”
“Couple of things. In addition to the phone message your partner left him, Bergin received one phone call about the time he left Gray’s Lodge last night. And made one as well.”
“Who called him and who did he call?” Michelle knew the answer to the first question but not the last.
“The one he received was from a Megan Riley. Virginia number.”
“That’s his associate.” Michelle said nothing about the woman being less than an hour away at Martha’s Inn. “And who did he call?”
“Cutter’s Rock confirming his appointment the next morning.”
“That’s strange, since he was there earlier. You’d think he would have just confirmed it then.”
“Maybe he’s a belt-and-suspenders kind of guy. Or at least he was,” amended Dobkin.
“Cutter’s Rock. What do you know about it?”
“It’s Federal. It’s escapeproof. Really bad dudes are kept there.”
She feigned a smile. “Yeah, those salient points I got. Edgar Roy looked like he was a zombie. They include drugging folks up there in their daily health planner?”
“Think that would be against the law, unless some medico ordered it.”
“They have docs there, right? Who maybe will order whatever is needed?”
“I suppose, yeah. But they do some of that tele-health stuff too.”
“Tele-health?”
“So they don’t have to transport prisoners back and forth. Docs can look at them via computer with health techs on-site. Look down a throat with a little camera, take vitals, stuff like that. Same with court appearances that don’t require personal appearances. All done via computer hookup. Transportation scenarios are where escapes are most likely to happen.”
“Edgar Roy doesn’t look like he could escape even if they gave him the key to the place and bus fare.”
“Don’t know anything about that.”
“Anything else?”
“Not really, no.”
Michelle eyed him evenly. “You could’ve told me this on the phone.”
“I like dealing face-to-face.”
“Doesn’t explain why you want to help us.”
“You helped my men. Returning the favor.”
“And a little payback to the FBI for taking over the investigation?”
“Got nothing against them. Roy is their problem.”
“Any results back on the postmortem on Bergin?”
“Feds brought in their own cutter. No report yet that I know of.”
“How’s the colonel taking being put in the backseat in his home park?”
“He plays by the rules.”
“Anything else that might throw light on why Bergin was killed?”
“Not on my end. Now how about from you?”
“We’re just drifting right now.”
“Heard tell your car windows aren’t there anymore.”
Michelle tried to hide her irritation. “Heard tell from whom?”
“True or not?”
“Okay, true.”
“Where did it happen?”
She told him.
“You should’ve reported that.”
“I’m reporting it now.”
“See anything?”
“Nothing to see except a long-range rifle round passing before my eyes.”
“Not many folks can make that kind of shot.”
“Oh, sure there are. I bet your little sister could do it.”
Dobkin grinned. “You always this casual during an investigation?”
“Helps to break the tension.”
“You also have a lady with you. Who’s that? Megan Riley?”
“So how long have you had a tail on us?”
“We don’t. Just eyes over at Martha’s.”
“Mrs. Burke?”
“She’s a good friend of my wife.”
“Your wife has really helpful friends.”
“Benefits of a small town.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So is it Megan Riley?”
“Yes it is.”
“Feds will want to talk to her.”
“I expect they will.”
“And you’ll let them know she’s with you?”
“I’m sure Agent Murdock, with the full weight of the FBI behind him, will figure out where she is, especially if your wife can.”
“I guess that’s it.”
“For now,” amended Michelle.
“I appreciate you keeping this little arrangement between ourselves.”
She rose. “One last thing.”
“Yeah,” he said quickly, his eyes looking over her shoulder as the sounds of a baby wailing reached them.
“Your youngest?”
He nodded. “Sam. Named after my dad. He was a state trooper too.”
“Was? Retired?”
“No. Line of duty. Argument between two drunks that went really wrong.”
“Sorry.”
He tensed as the baby’s cries picked up. “So what else? I got to help Sally,” he said in a tone designed to close the conversation.
“Why was Edgar Roy on an FBI watch list? He’s a suspected serial killer, granted. But still, his lawyer gets killed and an army of Fibbies jumps on a chopper from Boston in about twenty seconds?”
“I don’t know anything about that.”
“But you strike me as the sort who would wonder about it.”
“Well, I guess you’re wrong about what sort I am.”
Michelle walked back to her car, conscious of the fact that Dobkin was staring at her until she was out of his sight line.
So much for helping Sally with the baby.
CHAPTER 14
SEAN FLIPPED THROUGH the last few pages of a litigation binder and then looked over at Megan Riley, who was rubbing her eyes and sipping on a mug of now lukewarm tea. They were in Sean’s room. Mrs. Burke hadn’t put up any fight about another woman being in his room, so Sean concluded it was simply Michelle the lady didn’t care for.
Sean had confirmation of this after the innkeeper had brought them up sandwiches, a couple slices of pie, coffee, and the tea for Megan. Before leaving the room Burke asked, “Where’s your friend?”
“Running down a lead.”
“Has she had supper?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, it’s very late and the kitchen is closed.”
“Okay. I’ll let her know.”
Sean put down the binder and looked at the notes he’d written on a legal pad. “How did Ted come to take this case in the first place?”
Megan sat forward in her chair and put down her mug. She picked up half of her turkey sandwich. “I’m not sure. He mentioned it in passing several weeks ago. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t really focused on Edgar Roy. I mean I’d read something in the paper about what had happened, but I was busy getting my feet wet as a newbie lawyer. When Mr. Bergin told me I’d be on the legal papers too, I asked him about the case, and he spent a few minutes going over it with me. God, it was horrible. Edgar Roy must really be a wacko.”