Rodriguez shrugged. "Benjamin? Material witness in a terrorist act? Yeah, I can hold him, but probably not for long."
"What? What terrorist act?” Benjamin looked both outraged and for the first time, scared.
"The firebombing of a newspaper editor's home last night after threats had been made because of her work as a journalist," Mac said as formally as he could muster. Put a little fear in the little bastard, he thought.
"We're not terrorists! We’re God's warriors," he protested.
Stan Warren spoke for the first time. "That's what ISIS says," he said, anger making his voice rumble. "God's warriors, my ass."
Timothy put his head in his hands. "They really did it?" he whispered. "They really bombed her house?"
"Shut up, Tim!” Benjamin jumped up, pushing his chair over backwards. "Shut u
