“Yes, I do," Mallory said.
Cal shifted on the chair. His legs were tired. His heart beat rapidly. “Is that good or bad?"
“It is what it is," she said.
***
“What's your role in all this?"
The bomb squad detectives had cornered Trey and now he sat in the firehouse office.
They asked the questions. He gave them a phone number to call. They refused. He refused to talk.
They'd been at the same standstill for half an hour. He itched to leave and make a report. No way was he would blow his cover for these guys until his boss said he could.
This operation was too important. Too big if they caught the big fish.
“I'm not saying anything until you call that number," Trey said.
“And what if we don't call that number? How about we arrest you on suspicion?"
“Then I'll call that number with m
