Bab 139: Playing Chess

Dane

Dane was the first to look down. As he opened his briefcase and passed over the documents, notes, and flash drives of evidence, he muttered, "No search warrant, huh? Sounds like maybe someone didn't believe the witness?" 

"We haven't processed it yet. But you'd be doing me a favor giving us access so we don't have to go through a judge. And it will make you look less guilty—I have a hunch the room is real."

Dane sat back in the too small chair, one hand still resting on the table, as the Detective gathered everything up. "I do, too," he said quietly. "And I've specifically not told my staff to go looking for it, so if you find it, you find it untouched."

Harry's eyebrows jumped up. "Really?"

"Really."

"Why would you help me out like that?"

"Because I'm a good guy."

Harry snorted. "And."

"And because you and I both know who's behind this."