Silence soaked the room, but he didn’t mind. He knew this tactic…make the suspect sweat with an extended quiet. Since getting handcuffed, no one had said a word to him. And he responded in kind. He didn’t have a clue was going on, and didn’t bother asking. He was just grateful to have on his clothes. Luckily, he’d seen the black sedans pull up in front of his mom’s house and quickly shot off a couple of texts. One to Hez telling him to take care of Ma that day. The second to Newman. With Jarvis out of town, he hoped her “associate” would be able to do something if he got detained. Otherwise, God only knew when Lynch would get released. Finally the guy to his right spoke, “Mr. Callan, I’m Special Agent Granger and this is Special Agent Coleston. We’re with the FBI. Would you mind enlightening us to your whereabouts last night between the hours of midnight and six am?” “Not at all,” Lynch replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Once my lawyer, Emma Jarvis, gets here I’d be happy to…enlighten…you about anything you want.”
