—memo from the National Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) to the Louisiana OSHA office Cam needed to get ahead of her. Stop her. Find out what the hell was going on. How in the hell was he supposed to keep her safe with her running amok? “When are we gonna have background on this guy?” he asked, nodding toward the interrogation room. “Financials?” “An hour, maybe two. All Crowe would say was she had a lead as to why he may have wanted to rob the bank, but it wasn’t too reliable and she was checking it out.” “She say what it was?” “Nope. You know her. She’s not gonna say ’til she knows for sure.” The Captain leaned into the hallway, motioning for both men to step back into the observation portion of the interrogation room. He closed the door behind the detectives. Through the window, Cam could see Dellago, still seated next to the Professor, swelling with annoyance at their delays. He seemed to be doubling in size while the Professor seemed to be shrinking.
