Grace Under Fire (Buchanan-Renard 14) - Page 122

Michael deliberately interrupted him. “I should probably tell him what’s going to happen to him. He’s not going to like it. Unless you think I shouldn’t tell him. You’re in charge here.”

“It’s quite all right,” Sinclair said, leaning back in his chair and gesturing toward Ferris with a wave of his hand. “Go ahead and tell him.”

Michael shrugged. “I might as well. He’s going to find out.”

Highly agitated now, Ferris wiggled his way to the edge of his chair. “Just tell me.”

“You know, Ferris, you’re not helping yourself,” Sinclair said.

“What do you mean?”

“If you want any consideration or leniency, you’ll start cooperating before it’s too late.”

“When is it too late?”

Michael answered. “When the Feds get hold of you. Once that happens, there isn’t anything Inspector Sinclair can do for you.”

“What? That can’t be true. The Feds don’t have any power here.”

It was apparent that Ferris had a less than rudimentary knowledge of the law, and Michael used that to his advantage.

“Here’s what’s going to happen to you. Inspector Sinclair will take you to Inverness, where he will complete the necessary paperwork and sign off on the case. He will then hand you over to two US marshals. They will escort you to Boston, Massachusetts, where you will be charged with attempted murder. The federal prosecutor will ask for the death penalty because it was a murder for hire,” he said. “And he’ll get it, too.”

“Yes, he will,” Sinclair agreed, going along with whatever Michael said.

“Wait... just wait. I’m not American,” Ferris reminded. His gaze kept bouncing back and forth between Michael and Sinclair.

“The crimes were committed in Boston,” Sinclair pointed out.

“You might want to start preparing yourself for life in an American federal prison,” Michael told him. “I understand the treatment by the guards is brutal if a prisoner gives them any trouble.”

Nodding, Sinclair added, “I’ve heard stories.”

“I know all about the federal prisons in the United States,” Ferris said. “I heard from a reliable source that they chain prisoners to the wall in their cells with their hands above their heads.”

What the hell? Chain prisoners to walls? Maybe during the Spanish Inquisition... or in cartoons, Michael thought.

Sinclair didn’t refute Ferris’s ideas. “So you have an understanding of what it’s going to be like.”

“Yes,” Ferris agreed. “And I’m not going—”

Sinclair interrupted him. “I’m not promising anything, but perhaps an arrangement can be made with the federal agents. You could be tried here and serve your sentence here.”

Ferris leapt at the possibility. “Yes, I want to be here, but I’m not going down for attempted murder. I didn’t try to murder anyone.”

Now that Ferris was more cooperative, Sinclair said, “If you want my help, you’re going to have to start answering my questions. No more lies.” He added, “And you can begin by telling us where you got the flash drive.”

“No one gave it to me. It’s mine. There were papers inside an envelope with a lot of information about a young woman.”

“Grace Isabel MacKenna,” Sinclair supplied.

“Yes,” Ferris answered. “I read all the pages, made a photo of them, and put them on a flash drive. I didn’t want to carry the papers around with me. Someone could get hold of them and read them, and I couldn’t think of a safe place to hide them. I knew if I tried to memorize all the information, I would forget something by the time I told Jacoby.”

When Ferris didn’t continue, Sinclair prodded, “So you copied them?”

“Yes, I did. Then I burned the papers. I thought it would be safe for me to travel with the flash drive. Still, I didn’t want to leave it just anywhere, like in a hotel room. Too dangerous if the wrong people got hold of it. Laptops get stolen all the time.”

“Was there anything else in the envelope?”

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