seemed to get.
âJust that once?â
âRight.â
âContact since?â
âNow and then.â
âAbout other cases?â she asked.
âItâs none of your business,â he said. There was a smugnessâor somethingâin her attitude that was beginning to really rub him the wrong way.
Hmmm, her lips said.
He sensed she wouldnât let up. âHe wanted a job in Michigan.â
âWhy?â she asked.
âWisconsin wardens arenât fully empowered peace officers.â
âHave you encouraged him?â
âNo, and I havenât discouraged him either.â
âWhy not?â
âI donât take positions in hiring decisions unless Iâm tasked to do background checks.â
âWhat was your opinion of him?â
âSmart, dedicated, and determined,â he said.
âYou already told me that. Is there something else?â
âNo.â
âLet me add something,â Monica said. âHeâs a pathological ass-man.â
âIf you say so.â What the hell was going on? Service could feel the hairs standing up on his arms.
âI do say so, and by all reports, marital status hasnât ever been an issue for him.â
âWhy ask me?â
âHave you ever gotten mixed up with married women?â
âOnly my wife,â he said, âand thatâs none of your goddamn business.â Why all these questions? She was beginning to really piss him off.
âThat would be your ex, who died on 9/11 in Pennsylvania,â she said. âIâm sorry for your loss.â
âI bet,â he said. Jesus, did she know his entire life history? Then she must know about Nantz and Walter, he thought. He felt his face flush and started to stand, but she reached out and grasped his arm.
âWayno Ficorelli is dead,â she said.
Service stared at her, trying to comprehend. âWhen?â
âA little more than forty-eight hours ago.â
All the questions she had been asking were driving at something. âYou think I know something about it?â
âDo you?â
âDonât be an asshole!â he snapped, standing up and telling himself if she shot off her mouth one more time, he was going to bury a fist in it.
âHave you ever lied to your violets?â Agent Monica asked.
What the hell was she trying to get at?
âWhen necessary,â he said.
âSit down,â she said. âPlease.â
He sat. âHow did Wayno die?â
She pondered this for a moment. âHe was executed.â
Service stared at her. Executed? âWhat the fuck does that mean?â
She said, âYou have the reputation of being an extraordinarily skilled and aggressive officer.â
âDo I?â
âDonât jerk me around. Youâre a loaded gun on bad guys. Youâve been wounded in the line of duty, both in the marines and as a game warden. Did Ficorelli mistreat prisoners and suspects?â
âNot that I saw,â Service said.
âYou and Ficorelli are a lot alikeâexcept for a predilection for married women.â
âLook,â he said, trying to tamp down his rage, âI was ordered to come over here and cooperate. I didnât come here to get mind-fucked.â
âGood,â the agent said. âJust calm down and cooperate. I sense that youâre not surprised someone killed him.â
âIâm not happy about it, but I guess Iâm not all that surprised. Wayno could push pretty hard.â
âHe stretched the envelope and made some enemies,â she said.
âI worked with him just once, but I suspected he pissed off a whole lot of people.â
âWhich he surely did,â she said. âDid you know that his second cousin is Wisconsinâs attorney general?â
âNo.â
âApparently Wayno talked to his cousin about you a lot. He said you were the best officer heâd ever worked