He hoped to ascertain whether there was a connection between Hamlin’s murder and his visit to the garage crime scene. On the one hand, he recognized it could be argued that with Hamlin dead, Burger was unrepresented, so there was no bar to law enforcement contacting him. On the other hand, it was too much of a gray area to risk involving Detective Navarro, and he figured that his going in as a special master might make the contact light enough gray that he wouldn’t get too much grief from a judge later. Burger was already sitting at the table in the interview room by the time Donnally cleared security. Mid-forties. Mid-height. Mid-weight. Mid-smirk. Burger folded his tattooed arms across his chest after Donnally sat down, and said, “Special master, huh?” It was as if he’d singsonged the words “birthday boy.” “Make you feel important?” “It wasn’t a job I wanted.”
