Cami gritted her teeth. The words shook her, but she wasn’t going to show it. She knew this would cause trouble with MIT. They’d be furious. It might delay her graduation. This guy was deliberately meddling in her life, pushing his point, going way overboard.
Well, she wasn’t going to let them see that they were getting to her. She was going to stay icy cold, even if they took her down to a cell. Forcing herself to stay as expressionless as if she was bluffing with a losing poker hand, Cami stared him down.
Connor plowed inexorably on.
“You are under arrest for computer hacking and terrorist activity, including breaching state security and malicious activity on a state security site. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right—”
At that moment, the interview room door banged open. They all turned around.
Connor stopped in the middle of reading Cami her rights. A tall, fit-looking man with graying hair walked in, carrying a folder.
“Connor, Thomas,” he greeted the agents.
“Fraser,” Connor replied, in a respectful way that clued Cami in that this was his boss.
“This is the hacker you just messaged me about?” He glanced at the other agent, who nodded. Then he looked at Cami incredulously. “A college kid? This is her?”
Connor stood straight. “We’ve got a confession, and we’ve just made an arrest. I’m reading her rights.”
“I need you to wait a moment,” he said. Although the words were respectful, the tone was not to be argued with. Connor blinked, looking surprised, and Cami felt a surge of hope, because it looked as if her instincts were right. Connor had been overstepping the mark and was going to get into trouble for it.
But then, Fraser turned to her and stared at her directly with a piercing gaze. Seeing no shred of sympathy in his expression, Cami suddenly wasn’t so sure. It seemed like she was still in trouble. Or maybe it was worse now.
“You’re still under arrest. But before we take the next step, there’s a test I want you to do. Come with me,” he snapped.