and his partner ⦠or ex-partner now, were always working on their own and taking unnecessary risks.â
âDid they get any positive results in their invest-igations?â White asked.
Davidson sat forward in his chair, momentarily drumming his fingers on his desk before replying. âYes, I would have to admit they did,â he replied. âAdams was good at developing confidential sources. It gave him an advantage.â
âDoes he have lots of friends in the office?â
âNo. I would say none. He is more of a loner type.â
âWhat about Greg Patton? Isnât he close to him?â
Davidson shrugged. âI think the type of high-risk work Adams does, combined with his pattern of continually ignoring policy, necessitated that he trust his partner. Iâm sure the two men are close, but other than Patton, Adams pretty much sticks to himself.â
âI was wondering if he might have already confided to someone about what he does.â
âMaybe his wife, I donât know. With the psycho-logical mess Patton is in right now, I doubt he would even tell him.â
âI canât make Adamsâs wife testify against him, regardless.â
âHow do you want to play it when he comes in?â
âNo doubt he acted out of a blind rage, but now he has to realize he did what he did in broad daylight and in front of numerous witnesses. Heâll know heâs caught. Weâll be polite, but lay our cards on the table. We can even sympathize with him a little for what prompted his rage.â
âWhat do you think heâs looking at for jail time?â
âWith his co-operation, an understanding judge might go along with a twenty-four- to twenty-eight-year sentence.â
Davidson shook his head sadly. âHeâll have to spend it in solitary.â
âIt was his choice to do what he did.â White took another sip of coffee and made a face. âGod, this stuff is awful.â
âHe may demand a lawyer ⦠or even arrive with one.â
âPossible, but I doubt it. In my experience, law-enforcement types who have crossed the line feel so guilty they are actually relieved to confess. You know him, so sit close and play the role of a sympathizer. Iâll tell him I can make a submission to a judge for an agreed sentence. Once he admits it, Iâll step out while you officially give him his rights and record a full confession. Iâll bet you a dinner he doesnât request a lawyer.â
Adams arrived and nodded silently as Davidson introduced him to Norman White. The three men sat down, with White behind the desk while Davidson sat beside Adams, his chair arranged at a right angle to face him.
âMr. Davidson is present because he is with the FBI, and your own boss with Customs, could be viewed as lacking impartiality,â said White.
âSo I heard,â replied Adams. âMind telling me what this is all about?â
âYou were seen, John,â said Davidson, softly. âTwo days ago at the Red Poker.â
âI was seen?â
âThree of Chicoâs guys were right there,â said Davidson.
âNot only by those three men,â added White, âbut by independent witnesses in two other cars who saw you cuff him and put him in your own car before absconding with him.â
âSo I picked him up. Whatâs the big deal?â replied Adams.
âHis body was found yesterday,â said White. âShot with his own gun.â
âBarely even off the road,â added Davidson. âIt was like you wanted it to be found.â
âIf he was murdered, Iâm not responsible,â stated Adams firmly.
âLook, John, we know youâre a Special Forces operative who sometimes goes on secret missions,â said Davidson, âbut this obviously wasnât one of them. Nobody is going to come forward and say you were authorized.â
âAuthorized to do