“I don't think you do,” I cut in. I looked over at Al Tunney, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Al, is this a joint decision?”
Tunney's eyes played tennis between me and Dana. “No one's decided anything, Alex. We just can't turn over information that quickly,” he finally said. “That's not how we work. You knew that when you came here.”
“You can't or you won't?” I asked, looking at Tunney first, then at Dana.
“We won't,” Dana said. “And it's my decision, no one else's. You have no idea what kind of damage this man and his team are responsible for.”
I leaned across the table. “All the more reason to drop any turf wars, don't you think? We're here for the same reason,” I said.
Dana stood at the table. “We'll get back to you.” Then he left the room. How very CIA of him.
Cross Country
Chapter 14
BUT I COULDN'T let it go like that, and I didn't.
In the wide, mostly empty corridor outside the conference room, I called to Al Tunney before he could get away. “Hey, Al! I meant to ask you how Trish and the kids are doing.” I held up a hand to my building escort. “I'll just be a second.”
Al was giving me a disgusted look as I walked over to him. I knew he had a wife, but unless I was psychic, her name probably wasn't Trish.
I started right in with him. “You know something, or you wouldn't be at that meeting. Neither would Dana. Your guys were at the murder scene. Help me out here. Anything, something, Al.”
“Alex, I can't. This case is even hotter than you think it is. You heard my boss in there. It goes right to the top of our group. Steven Millard is involved. Trust me, there is an investigation going on. We're taking it very seriously.”