CHAPTER NINE
At least this precinct, thanks to the cooling effect of the evening, wasn't sweltering. But now, as Dakota settled across from Mr. Dardon, her eyes on the thin man, she could feel the attention of the camera in the corner of the room.
She glanced up at the blinking red light, frowned, then looked down again.
The police officers in the Arizona precinct had heard about the tiger. She supposed they were going to be tonight's entertainment.
Agent Marcus Clement was pulling up a metal chair, and once seated, he folded his hands and stared across the table. "Mr. Dardon," Marcus said slowly, "do you know why you're here?"
Dardon was shifting uncomfortably, glancing side to side and nibbling at the corner of his lip.
He cleared his throat at this comment, and gave a quick, furti
