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make of the fact we found you here. You care to explain?”
    The man’s voice cracked, but his tone was adamant. “I want a lawyer and I’m not talking to you without one.”
    Dale shook her head. “Of course you do.” She motioned to Lieutenant Raphael Martinez, a Texas Ranger assigned to their task force. “Take him to division headquarters. I’ll call AUSA Cruz and we’ll figure out the charges. I have to make a stop on the way in. I’ll meet you there.” She walked out of the barn and back to her truck, but before she could open the door, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to face Mary.
    “What was that all about? You know that guy?”
    Dale sighed. “Let’s just say he’s a person of interest in the Cyrus Gantry case.” Mary nodded, and Dale made a split second decision to tell her the rest. “Oh, and he’s AUSA Peyton Davis’s brother, Neil.”

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    Lindsey leaned toward Senator Levenger and posed the final question of the interview. “Are you prepared, right now, to tell the viewers of Spotlight America whether or not you plan to resign?”
    The senior senator from Ohio cleared his throat and shot a furtive look at his attorney who was sitting across the room. As the seconds of silence ticked by, Levenger’s face reddened, but Lindsey simply waited for the answer. Clearly, he’d believed the show booker’s promise that she would stick to an agreed outline of acceptable questions. Lindsey had made no such promise, and she struck a pose of nonchalance as he stuttered his response. Something about duty, family, and remaining loyal to his constituents. She nodded as he spoke, but steadfastly refused to throw him a lifeline, instead preferring to let him hang himself with his own scattered attempt at an explanation.
    An hour later, while she was carving into a steak at Del Frisco’s Grille, she got the call. She stared at the display on her cell phone and took a deep breath before answering. “Ryan here.”
    “Ms. Ryan, I have Mr. Prince on the line.”
    “Of course you do.” With a sigh, she pushed her plate aside. “Put him through.”
    “Lindsey, what the hell were you thinking?”
    “Uh, I don’t know, Larry. Maybe I was thinking a senator who can’t keep his hands to himself might have a constituency that wants to know if he plans to try to weather the shitstorm he sailed into. Even you can’t deny it was a fair question.”
    “Fair? Who ever said we were supposed to be fair? Besides, we promised his attorney we wouldn’t ask the resignation question in order to get the exclusive, but I guess you think it was fair to pop him with it anyway, right there on live TV?”
    “Sorry. I may have forgotten about that promise.” She hadn’t, and Larry didn’t believe for a moment she had, but she didn’t give a shit. Good journalism wasn’t about agreeing to what the story should be in advance, no matter what the network and their sponsors believed.
    “Funny, I would’ve thought what happened after your interview with General Tyson would make you especially careful, for a while at least.”
    Lindsey chewed a bite of steak instead of responding. General Randall Tyson had gotten everything he deserved as a result of the fallout from her interview. He’d openly ridiculed the president who’d appointed him as the commander of US Forces in Afghanistan, and then acted appalled when she refused his demands to edit his insults out of her broadcast. Several of the network’s key sponsors had been outraged at what they viewed as her lack of patriotism. To placate the network bigwigs, including Larry, she’d acted appropriately chastised, but when faced with Senator Levenger’s actions, her investigative instincts pushed her to ask the tough questions. “I only asked the senator what everyone else wants to, and you know it.”
    “Whatever. I’ve got a new project for you on location in Dallas.”
    Lindsey’s appetite plummeted at the abrupt change in subject. “We had an