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“You know, I do have a life,” Faith Callaway said.
“I’m glad somebody does.” Luther could be here, or sitting with his brother at the hospital; he wasn’t sure which was preferable.
“Ms. Callaway, I promise you I want to go home—home to Bethesda, that is—as much as you do,” D’Antonio said. “But right now we’ve got a suspect in two kidnappings at large, and your client is the only one who may be able to identify him for us. Our prior agreement holds for this discussion as well, so he’s got nothing to lose.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Exigent circumstances aside, excuse me if I’m skeptical when a law enforcement officer tells me my client has nothing to lose. When are you transporting Mr. Rutledge to another facility, somewhere they’re better able to monitor his mental condition?”
“We’re
