"Guess," he said. "Figure it out for yourself. You're supposed to be the big clever federal investigator. Agent-in-Charge, right?"
The driver jumped down and pulled a pistol from his holster. Aimed it two-handed at McGrath's head. The left-hand guard squeezed out and unslung his rifle. Held it ready. The right-hand man did the same. Then Borken eased his bulk down.
"Out," he said. "We walk from here. "
McGrath shrugged and eased himself down into the circle of weapons. Borken stepped at the back of him and caught his arms. Cuffed his wrists collectively behind his back. Then he shoved him forward. Pointed beyond the ruined county office.
"Up there, useless man," he said.
They left the jeep at the back of them next to the courthouse. The two guards shaped up. McGrath stumbled across th
