If I Should Die_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [88]
Swain’s eyes darkened and narrowed. “You bastard.”
“Something big is going down in Spruce Lake, and your son could easily get caught in the crossfire. Jimmy’s dead, and Ricky is on the run.”
“I don’t know where you’re from, Rogan, but here, we take care of our business ourselves.”
“Your people aren’t your people anymore.”
Swain’s right index finger tapped multiple times. He was thinking.
Sean leaned forward. “You haven’t had a visitor or a call in the last week. Did you know that Bobbie is back in town?”
Swain stared at him, rigid. “Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.”
He’d been right. “You’re setting her up.”
Swain’s voice was low. “Do you know what she did to my wife?”
“Your wife called her a monster. She stole your money.”
“You don’t understand. Abby was the one bright spot in my life. She had breast cancer, but she would have gotten better.” He paused, uncertain.
Sean pushed. “Here’s what I think happened. Bobbie had someone on the inside of your operation. She turned you in. Made sure the government had enough to lock you up for a long time. You hid some money for your family, but Bobbie found it. Your wife couldn’t get the treatment she needed, and died nearly a year later. You’ve been plotting revenge, but so has Bobbie. She’s been cultivating your son. I don’t know who he trusted, but he was responsible for the vandalism at Joe Hendrickson’s place. Now, Ricky is missing and Bobbie is in town, and she has your entire team in the palm of her hand.”
Swain sighed and leaned back. “You were doing so good for a while.”
Sean’s phone vibrated, and he glanced at the message. When he saw the five numbers on the visitor log, he’d suspected it was a federal ID number, but wasn’t sure. Patrick had come through: Victoria Sheffield had come to visit Paul Swain.
“You’ve been planning since the day you were incarcerated. Maybe things were going well, I don’t know, but in December you had a visit from a very pretty blonde, an FBI agent. I don’t know if she told you she was a Fed, or if she had some false identity, but she was here for forty minutes. I think she connected her undercover investigation into intellectual property theft with your former operation. This is where it gets a bit sketchy for me, because the Fed was in the white-collar unit. But she made the connection with Bobbie’s operation here, probably with the help of Jon Callahan. She was a novice. Looking to prove her worth. She came in here tossing out her credentials and playing big, tough bitch cop, when in fact she was a twenty-something newbie desperately wanting to land a big fish.” Sean was making it all up as he went along, adjusting based on Swain’s reactions. “You told her to get the fuck out—because hell, I’d do the same thing. Unless she offered me something in exchange.”
Tap.
“She’s dead.”
Swain laughed. That wasn’t the reaction Sean was expecting. Had he got the entire scenario wrong? Maybe some of the details, but he was certain Agent Victoria Sheffield came here to get Paul Swain to turn on his former associates.
“Who do you really work for, Mr. Rogan?”
“I am exactly who I said I was.” He took out Sheffield’s missing persons picture.
Swain definitely recognized her, but didn’t say anything.
“She went missing officially on January second. Then you have a visitor on January third. Jon Callahan. He only visited you three times. A week before Joe Hendrickson died, right after he learned about Tim and Adam Hendrickson’s resort plans, and the day after Sheffield went missing.
“So does Callahan work for you or your sister? Or both?”
“Where’s Ricky?” Swain asked.
“I don’t know.”
Tap. Tap.
“Your brother has never visited you. Was he working for Bobbie all along?”
“Butch is an idiot.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“What’s going down in Spruce Lake?” Tap.
Sean stood. “If Ricky dies, it’s on you.”
Swain jumped up and lunged for Sean. The guard burst in and Sean waved him off.
“Tell me, Paul. If you care one iota for that boy, tell me what I need to know to protect him.”
“Do you know who you’re up against? Do you know what Bobbie is?”
“I have an