I told him I’d email him the description and cost. The problem was that neither I nor Karen had any source of funds—the Justice Department had frozen our credit cards and bank accounts. Sebastian said he would look into the situation, but in the meantime would pay for the ring himself. I was impressed. ‘So what about these murders?’ I asked, as we approached the labs, our feet ringing out on the icy paving stones. The Fed played dumb. His assistant craned his head forward to look at me in the orange light from the lamps overhead. ‘Which murders, Mr. Wells?’ ‘Those three hate crime killings,’ I said. ‘Do you need me to list the victims’ names and locations?’ ‘You can’t expect us to talk about ongoing investigations,’ Bimsdale said, glancing at his boss. ‘Even when they might be connected to Heinz Rothmann?’ ‘What makes you say that?’ Sebastian demanded. ‘Do you have many other suspects?’ ‘As Arthur here said, we’re not going to discuss that.’ Sebastian upped his pace.
