CHAPTER NINE
As the FBI had warned them, Azad Sahakian had an excellent lawyer on retainer.
Remi sat with Daniel across from a bare table in an interrogation room while the art dealer and his attorney whispered in each other’s ear. On the last case she had never been allowed to be present for an interrogation. This time she had insisted, explaining to Daniel that only she had the expertise to catch out Sahakian in a lie.
When they finally stopped whispering, it was the attorney, not the art dealer, who spoke.
“My client has no knowledge of the crime you are referring to,” he told them.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “So how did he know Dyson was dead?”
“Dyson’s attorney, Frederick Mitchell, told him.”
Remi and Daniel exchanged glances.
“Mitchell said he didn’t tell anyone except the benef
