Kay had one of her agents to pick up the beer sample first thing Friday morning, between the time Colt and Sax returned from the fitness center and when they headed to work. She called Sax a couple of hours later to tell him the sample was just what it appeared to be, beer without any additives.
“So we were being paranoid.”
“Apparently,” she replied. “But then you should be. I’d rather not have to tell Williams he’s lost one of his agents.”
Sax chuckled. “I’d rather that didn’t happen, too.” He remembered to ask her how the local police felt about the FBI taking over the case. She said they seemed to be fine with it. “One more question,” he said. “Do you know if the men who were murdered spent time at the club dancing right before they left?”
“I do, and they did.”
“It’s not in the rep
