“We can debate the guilty part forever. And they don’t pay me to lose, Doug, do they?”
“Can we have the contact information for your new girlfriend?” said Decker.
“Rose can provide it. And you can send someone by my house for the pistol. I keep it there in a gun safe. I’ll meet them there.”
“So, have you gotten any guilty clients acquitted lately?” asked White.
“Every day is a new opportunity,” he retorted.
“Tocatchbad guys, at least for us,” said White. “Just wondering if we’re sitting in the presence of one.”
“You can waste time digging into me if you want. I can’t stop you.”
“Squeaky clean, are you?” she said.
“Who really is?”
“So, we’ll find stuff?”
“Anything’s possible. I bet I could find stuff on each of you. So what?”
“Is that a threat?” interjected Andrews.
Langley glanced at him, his expression one of indifference. “It’s a hypothetical, at best.” He looked at Decker. “I understand someone else was killed along with Julia.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Literally everywhere.”
“A man who was employed by Gamma Protection. You know them?”
“Kasimira Roe’s company.”
“You know her?”
“I’ve met her. At some conferences and stuff. Super smart and focused.”
“Did you know her father?”
“No. So, Julia needed protection? What from?”
“She was a judge. They’re targets,” Decker said. “Just like defense attorneys.”
Langley smiled at this remark. “I can take care of myself.”
“Did she mention to you about needing security?” added White.
“No, but we’ve been broken up for a while. Who was the guard that was killed?”
“You didn’t hear that ‘literally everywhere’?” said Decker.
“Guess not.”
“Alan Draymont.”
Langley shook his head. “Don’t know the man.”
“You said the breakup was mutual,” said White. “You sure about that?”