20
“MITCH, I’VE GOT to talk to you,” Bennett said, placing his hands on the Java Beach counter. “Can you leave for a few minutes?”
“Why not here?” Mitch nodded toward the customers who were waiting for orders. “Line out the door for the early morning rush. Can it wait?”
“Can’t talk here.” Bennett motioned for Mitch to lean closer. “FBI wants to talk to you,” he whispered.
“Maddy, take over for me for a minute.” Mitch followed Bennett out the side door.
Satisfied they were out of earshot of customers, Bennett pulled out a business card. “FBI agents are in town investigating the artwork in Ivy’s basement.”
“What do they want with me?”
“You helped break the wall down, and you installed a door and a lock.”
“So? I was doing Shelly and Ivy a favor.”
“You also know what’s down there.”
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