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same week it arrived back in the United States from Mr. Van Dyke’s last duty station. The same week he was discharged. Over the past five months, the FBI has accounted for all other relevant weapons and vetted the alibis of potential suspects who possess comparable expertise.”
    Sabrina Slye shrugged. “Still circumstantial and Ryder has a flawless military record.”  
    Bianca mentally amended that statement to more accurately say that Van Dyke had left the military as a decorated hero. For that very reason, she’d worked twice as hard in building a file on this case. With no eyewitness and no murder weapon with fingerprints, Bianca had suffered nightmares over the possibility that she’d play a role in convicting an innocent man.  
    But Van Dyke’s military record also raised the question of why he’d opted out early on a promising career, only to join a corporate security agency. Granted, the money was better in the private sector for a man with his skills.
    Now that Bianca had deduced by Murdock’s comment that Slye Temp was not to be taken at face value, Bianca had new suspicions about why Van Dyke would join up with a woman rumored to have once been a covert operative.
    Was she still one?
    Bianca had found no hard evidence to substantiate that rumor, which actually gave the spook angle more gravity. She asked Van Dyke, “Why did you leave the military only to take a job stateside doing similar work with Slye Temp? A DA would bring up the point that covert operations with Slye Temp offered you the ability to disappear to execute wet work.”
    For all that Van Dyke had relaxed his guard, he came to full alert with that jab. “I’m no one’s hired killer.”
    Sabrina said with a lethal calm, “Careful how you word your accusations, agent. I might mistake that as suggesting I contract for wet work.”
    Bianca ignored the eyeball daggers coming from Sabrina. “I am accusing no one. Simply stating how this could be perceived in court.”
    Sabrina added, “I hired Ryder knowing he did not want to use his long range expertise and he hasn’t .”
    “According to what you know,” Bianca clarified then persisted in pushing Van Dyke for an answer. “You still haven’t explained why you left the military, Mr. Van Dyke.”
    Van Dyke’s eyes narrowed to hard slits. He took his time answering, then finally uttered in a tight voice, “Because I couldn’t make the shots any more, Special Agent Brady.”
    Rolling her eyes, Bianca said, “Right. You all of a sudden lost the ability to hit a target in your crosshairs.”
    Van Dyke’s penetrating stare turned frigid. His cheek muscles flexed above the beard that hid things like a clenched jaw.
    Murdock shook his head and made a disgusted sound. “Trying to convince us that you woke up one morning without the ability to perform a function you knew as well as drawing a breath is wasting time. We have an offer for you that’s good right now. Not an hour from now, tomorrow or at any later date.”  
    Van Dyke glowered at Murdock. “What do you want?”
    Murdock calmly answered, “In addition to the research our intel department has compiled on you, Agent Brady and her team have spent the last two years building a file on a suspected connection between Van Dyke Enterprises and illegal arms ending up in the hands of terrorists.”
    Suspected, my butt. But Bianca didn’t let a muscle twitch at that comment, waiting for the fireworks to erupt.
    Van Dyke muttered a soft curse.
    Sabrina Slye shot Murdock a death glare. “You son of a bitch.”  
    Finnick snarled at Murdock, “My client will not be held responsible if that information leaks out.”
    Murdock smiled with feigned politeness. “Agreed, but if Van Dyke doesn’t accept my offer, he’ll just have to stay in the SHU until our mission is accomplished. Might take a while.”
    At the mention of returning to the SHU, Van Dyke’s flinty gaze faltered for the first time since walking into the room. His skin