“AND THAT’S ALL I know,” Will said, leaning back in his chair. It was eight o’clock in the morning. He sat on the long side of the huge cherry-wood table that dominated his second-floor boardroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows formed the wall behind him and to his left. A display screen covered the wall at the far end of the room to his right.
Two cops, both plain-clothed detectives, sat across the large table from him. One was young and female, with a round face and short-cropped brown hair. She was taking notes. The other cop was male and heavier, with a gray buzz cut. He’d remained silent throughout, studying Will through lidded eyes. He made Will nervous.
The younger cop closed her pad. “I think that’s it, Mr. Dreycott.” She tucked the photo of Fader that Will had provided into her notebo
