“You don’t understand what she’ll do,” Ryan said quickly. “You think this is about money, but it isn’t. Not really.”
“Then what is it about?”
He glanced at the corners of the interview room, at the camera, at Agent Price.
“I can’t say it here.”
Agent Price stepped forward. “Mr. Whitaker, this is your opportunity to cooperate.”
Ryan gave a sharp, frightened laugh. “You think you’re in charge because you have a badge? You have no idea how many badges she’s collected.”
The air seemed to thin.
I looked at Price.
She did not react openly, but something in her gaze sharpened.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Ryan sat back down slowly.
“It means Linda kept records,” he said. “On everyone. Judges. lawyers. police. officers. Anyone who helped, anyone who looked away, anyone who took money and pretended it was kindness.”
