Chapter 7The interview with Webster left Brady wanting to crawl up the walls.
“I don’t like him.”
They stood in the hallway outside the tiniest interrogation room in the building. Sweat stained the pits of Webster’s shirt, and his face was set in a permanent scowl. It had been like that from the instant Brady had walked in with Cole in tow.
“You don’t have to like him. You just have to believe him.”
“Do you?”
“What? Believe him? Yeah, I do. I was there, remember? It was my f*****g life he saved.”
With a frustrated snarl, Webster laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles. The loud pops did nothing to shake Brady’s composure. No way would he let his partner see how rattled he was.
“It’s too convenient,” Webster said. “Him showing up at the same time as the other two? Why doe
