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Murdock barked. “You’re willing to give up this chance to reduce your sentence and spend an indefinite stay in the SHU? Think you’ll get a better offer any time in the next millennium?”
    Van Dyke lifted a shoulder, causing his handcuff chains to jangle. “You and I both want something, so it’s a matter of who wants what the most. I can get you inside Van Dyke properties. Think you’ll get a better chance at nailing Hubrecht Van Dyke without me?”
    The stare down between Murdock and Van Dyke lasted thirty grueling seconds.
    Murdock stood. “Give me a minute.”  He stepped away, punching buttons on his cell phone.
    While he discussed whatever he was calling about, Bianca considered what Van Dyke was willing to do. She ignored the hard glint in his eyes and asked with sincere interest, “You’ll really help the FBI nail your father?”“Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because someone set me up for a murder charge.”
    Did this guy expect Bianca to believe a former Special Forces soldier was “set up” by his father?
    Bianca would have scoffed at that, but beneath the anger simmering in his words, she heard pain that poked at her again.
    What was Van Dyke’s true story? What had led him to this?
    She could almost hear Sara Lynn reminding her, “Don’t go trying to save the wrong person, BB.”
    Sara Lynn was right. Van Dyke’s family had enough money to fund a small country and the resources to protect it. Bianca had a job to do. She trusted her team’s research.
    Murdock ended his call and shoved his phone into a pocket on his way back to the table. “Fine. Slye’s team will coordinate with ours.”
    With a nod from Sabrina, Finnick began negotiating the terms with Murdock.
    Bianca forced her jaw to lock so her mouth didn’t fall open. She’d never trust Van Dyke not to run even with an RFID chip in him.
    Grim amusement settled in Van Dyke’s eyes.
    Bianca maintained her indifference, refusing to let her disappointment show. Van Dyke would see that as a win.
    Finnick paused in negotiating the length of Van Dyke’s reduced sentence that would be offered only if he pleaded guilty. He asked the prisoner, “Is that acceptable to you?”
    Van Dyke didn’t appear to have been listening, but he answered, “Sure,” without any debate.
    He seemed too accepting. Something about that stirred the puzzle solver inside Bianca, but she couldn’t put her finger on what had pricked her curiosity.
    Van Dyke announced, “Now that we’ve got all that out of the way, there’s another detail to get straight.”
    “What’s that?” Murdock asked.
    “As I said, the only way inside the family compound is with me and I can’t take anyone I present as just a friend.”
    That was total crap. Bianca gave a sigh of disgust as she sat back. “Then there’s no deal.”
    “I’m not finished. I can get a woman inside.” Van Dyke studied Bianca too closely, then said, “Hubrecht and his people will spot an experienced field agent a mile away.”
    “We’ll find someone suitable,” Murdock said dismissively.
    “I need someone who won’t raise any more concern than a file clerk. I’ll take Special Agent Brady with me,” Van Dyke said with finality as if this were his show.
    Bianca held perfectly still to keep from influencing how Murdock wanted to deal with this crap, but containing her reaction was a challenge. Basic agency training and her own hours at the range didn’t make someone a field agent.
    But I’m not a file clerk either, asshat.
    Murdock shook his head. “No, she’s not qualified.”
    That sounded as if she wasn’t even up to Van Dyke’s pitiful standards. She’d spent two years putting in constant overtime as she turned herself into the go-to agent for Murdock on terrorist attacks that involved weapons they believed were supplied by Van Dyke Enterprises. The position on his anti-terrorism team would give her clearance that was one step away from the highest.
    She could make a real difference and