“This is absurd!” she looked at them incensed. “You certainly can’t believe I would leak that information to the mob!”
“Then what happened, Olivia?” Munson shot back. “You have yet to explain yourself and right now, it doesn’t look good. So keep talking.” Gone was the professional ‘affection’ she previously enjoyed from The Director. She was just another suspect for the purposes of this interview. Interview? Hell, it was an interrogation pure and simple.
“Yes, I know that, and I know it looks bad, sir. But to accuse me of being an informant is ridiculous,” she came back forcefully. “You know I’d never do that… certainly you know that!”
“I’d like to think so.” The man’s grey eyes bored into her.
“The briefcase must have been stolen from my apartment and then returned once they had what
