“We’ll see. It’s been a while, but I might still have it,” said Ted as he turned and walked into the small, drab room.
He sat across from Lynaugh and laid a file folder on the table.
“I understand you aren’t very talkative, Mr. Lynaugh,” said Ted.
The prisoner’s head snapped up when he heard his name but said nothing.
“Yep, Daniel, and I’ll call you Danny if you don’t mind. We’ve been busy since we caught you trying to kidnap an FBI agent. I don’t know what they think about kidnapping a law enforcement officer in England or Belgium, but we tend to take that sort of thing seriously over here.”
Lynaugh again looked up when Ted revealed knowledge of his criminal history.“Okay, Danny. If you’re not going to say anything I’ll do the talking. We know you work for Paul Arnold. We know you’re in this country illegally, and we know you tried to kidnap an FBI agent.”
Lynaugh smirked.
“Oh, you aren’t impressed? Let me ask you this. Did you see any local police at the crime scene? I’ll answer for you. No, because they weren’t there, and let me tell you why, Danny. Other than Paul Arnold, your fellow hired-guns, me and a few of my agents, no one knows you exist. And people who don’t exist don’t have rights. Did we read you your Miranda rights? I’m sure you know what they are. Were you allowed to call a lawyer? Nope, and it ain’t going to happen. Danny, you’re just a little piece of shit I can flush down the commode whenever I want.”
Lynaugh’s eyes showed emotion for the first time. Ted wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger.
“So you still don’t want to talk to me. That’s a damn shame. You’re in pretty deep shit, and we might have worked something out. Life is a series of choices, Danny, and you’ve made yours.”
Ted closed the folder and stood. Before he opened the door he said, “Your ass will be in Guantanamo in less than four hours, but it’s nice and warm down there. And I tell you what; I’ll throw in a Koran, a prayer rug and a set of knee pads. Enjoy your vacation.”
“No, this is impossible. It is unlawful,” Lynaugh yelled.
“You’re right and wrong, Danny. It is possible; it’s happening. And, yes, it is unlawful, but I don’t give a shit. Have a nice trip.”
“What, what are you offering if I talk?”
“The time for dealing ended two minutes ago, Danny. Do you speak Farsi?”
Ted slammed the door and locked it. Lynaugh banged his fists on the door and screamed, “We can talk. I am familiar with information in which you have an interest. I can help you.”
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