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us.”
    “You have to ask?” Buck snorted as they walked in and he led them to a back corner table. “It seems they know you’ve been listening in on all cellphones in the area, and other things.”
    Buck slid into a chair putting his back to the wall and looked over at his deputy, Cory. “Cory, go make sure their ride isn’t tampered with,” Buck said pointing to two chairs. They both sat down as Cory headed for the door.
    “So, what is so important?” Moore said as a waitress came over, setting down drinks. She smiled at Buck, but dropped the smile when looking at Moore and Winters.
    Waiting till the waitress left, Buck leaned over the table. “Moore, like I told you before, I have friends in Washington and I just got a message to protect my wife.”
    “From what sheriff?” Winters asked sniffing her glass of water.
    Chuckling, Buck smiled at Winters. “Dottie wouldn’t tamper with your water or food,” he said and turned to Moore. “I was told to protect my wife from you.”
    “Me? What the hell for?” Moore asked in a low voice. “I would never threaten your wife, and I would run from your mother-in-law.”
    “Not you personally, but your people,” Buck said pulling out an envelope. Opening it up, he handed over some pictures. “You know these two men?”
    Taking the pictures, Moore looked at them and saw two men dressed in faded jeans, work boots and t-shirts at the front of Buck’s house by the front door. Flipping to another picture, he saw one man messing with the doorknob and in the next, the men were walking inside. “Someone broke into your house and you think it’s us?” Moore asked looking up. 
    As Moore looked at the photos, Buck stared at his face, studying it intently. When Moore looked up, Buck leaned back in his chair. “So, you have no knowledge of this?”
    “Of what? Two men breaking into your house? I’m an FBI agent, not local law enforcement. Hell, you should know them more than I would,” Moore said laying the photos down and Winters picked them up.
    “Well, Moore, they came from your new command area, so why in the hell should I know them?”
    “Did what?” Moore shouted then cringed as he glanced around and noticed that except for the waitress, the diner was empty. Turning back to Buck, “Are you saying those two men came from our command center?”
    Pulling more photos out, Buck handed them over. “I’m not saying,” Buck said as Moore took the photos and Winters leaned over to look at them with him. “I have proof.”
    Not looking up, Moore saw the same two men driving up to the gate at the command center. Other pictures showed them getting out of the car and heading to one of the buildings. “What’s that building?” he asked looking up at Winters.
    Giving a shrug, “It’s a building loaded with supplies for the search teams,” she said studying the faces. “I don’t know them, but we have almost twenty-seven hundred federal agents on site now with more arriving every day.”
    Turning to Buck, Moore shook his head, “You don’t think I had something to do with this, do you?”
    “I don’t know, that’s why you’re here,” Buck said as Winters looked up from the pictures.
    “Sheriff,” she said turning a picture around to show the two men leaving his house. “What did they do? They didn’t leave with anything.”
    “Oh yes, they did,” Buck said pulling out a plastic bag from his pocket with ‘Evidence’ stamped on it. Inside was a pill bottle. “They took my wife’s blood pressure medication and left these. Would you like to take one?” he asked cutting his eyes at Moore. “I sent one off to be analyzed but I can tell you, my gut thinks they’re deadly.”
    “You have proof?” Moore asked looking at the bottle.
    “Oh, yeah, I have video,” Buck said putting the bag away.
    Holding a picture out in front of Moore, “They were wearing surgical gloves,” Winters said, showing him the photo of the two men leaving Buck’s