"Oh," said Treena, a finger going to her lips. "I didn't know about that."
"Three years ago," Ross said. "He was a good guy."
"Huh. Well, too bad," Treena said brightly. "That's the only one I can think of. Old dead Running Horse."
"Let me take you out," Ross said to Lucas.
"Goodbye, Mr. Lucas," Treena said.
RIDING BACK TO FBI headquarters, Malone asked, "How'd it go?"
Lucas shrugged. "We traded threats. His wife is taking the dog to get a manicure."
"Pedicure," Malone said. "We met her." Then, a moment later, she said, "I think Treena's running with one headlight."
"Yeah, well, Ross seems to… see something in her," Lucas said.
"Wonder what that might be?"
THEY RODE ALONG in silence for a bit, and then Lucas said, "I don't like the phrase jackshit, but that's exactly what we learned, talking to these guys."
"We found out that they might run."
"We knew that anyway," Lucas said.
"My big worry is that Rinker might run," Malone said, looking out the window. "We need to get her now."
"She's not going anywhere," Lucas said. "She's too pissed about her brother. She hasn't done anything about it, but she will before she leaves." He looked at Mallard. "You guys need better personal security. You need to talk to the AIC and tell him to warn all his people. Don't answer the door to any strange women. You gotta take it more seriously."
"We've had experience with this, with these kinds of threats," Mallard said. "We're taking them seriously, but you gotta look at it from her angle, too. The FBI is pretty… frightening. We look pretty goddamn tough to a crook."
"I don't think she's scared," Lucas said. "I don't think she gives a shit about the FBI, or how tough you are."