Senator Sutton
The two cops, the dog, the detective, and the computer tech stood shoulder to shoulder on the other side of his desk as if playing an adult game of red rover, forming a human barrier.
He forced a smile. How dare they? These local yokels had no business confronting a United States senator, in his own office, no less. They’d been told in no uncertain terms that the federal government had taken over the drug case.
Why the hell were they here, wasting his time? Probably they wanted to ask about Paige, whether she’d been close to anyone on the staff who might know something that could lead them to her shooter. But that stupid girl and her problems were small potatoes. Didn’t these people know he had more important things to do? Things of international significance?
Didn’t they know he was above the law?