Ethan…she'd guess CIA. But why in the hell come to her? "Where am I?" she repeated. "Because if you don't start answering questions, you'll be the one spending a lot of time in a cell like this in the near future."
"You're in no position to be threatening me. Sit, Marshal Abigail Daniels. Sit, and tell me what you know about Ethan Graves."
"What you know about him?" she shot back, refusing to change her tone or expression in any way that would belie her fear that she was now in the hands of the CIA. "Because I'm betting it's more than I do."
Vance's face remained impassive. "Since I'm the one not aiding and abetting a criminal, I get to ask all the questions. Start answering, Abby, because your connections won't help you."
The CIA could effectively bury her, keep her away from Teige, who would spend all his time and resources looking for her. She'd just gotten rid of her guilt. "I'm not aiding and abetting anyone. I haven't seen or spoken to him in months. I haven't seen him in person for over a year."
"You were his girlfriend."
"We dated for five years," was all Abby would agree to.
"Sounds serious."
"I saw him maybe twice a year during all that time."
"Why all the time apart? What did he do that necessitated that?"
"The CIA doesn't operate here," she said suddenly. Evade and escape. Bob and weave.
"Don't tell me you're that naive."
"You're either rogue or unsanctioned."
He leaned in closer. "You're either harboring a murderer or you are one yourself."
"I want to see my sup."
"Nope. Try again." Vance stretched. "You know how this goes. Keep answering questions and let's see how far we get. Nice distraction technique though. Again, why all the time apart? What did Ethan do that necessitated that?"
Were they really doing this? Goddammit, Ethan, what the hell have you done? "Ethan was in the military when we first met."
"Where was he stationed?"
"He was Special Forces. I wasn't privy to that information."
"He never told you where he was?"
"It would put him and his team at risk, Special Agent. Or do you need to brush up on military protocol?"
Vance's smile didn't reach his eyes. Even without the leather jacket and all the tattoos, because the majority of them were magically gone, he was still a big, scary guy when he was angry. And Abby could feel the anger radiating off him when he said, "Keep digging your grave, Angel. The more room, the better."
"I don't know what you want from me."
"More than you're giving. What did Ethan tell you he did for a living?"
"He was in the military. And then he finally told me after some time that he'd been recruited by the CIA."
"And you believed that?" Vance asked.
She thought briefly about Teige and the fact that he was digging into all of this. "I grew up with covert, so yes, it made sense. He told me about his new job to explain the growing gaps between our visits and calls."
"So he shared intel with you?"
"Personal information. We were dating. We didn't discuss our ongoing cases."
"But you did discuss closed ones?"
She pondered briefly how much of her own life Vance already knew about. "I discussed my personal case, which was long finished. I didn't work it—I lived it."
"The case involving a serial killer and your father."
"Yes."
"So you shared classified information."
"You're kidding me, right? That case has been written about in newspapers and magazines. There've been books devoted to the subject. There's nothing classified about my personal memories of almost dying. Of watching my father die, you motherfucker."
Vance's smile was almost feral now. "And the most recent case you almost died during?"
She forced herself to calm down. "Ethan knew I'd been hurt on a case. But I couldn't tell him more about it because it was ongoing. I think I've been more than cooperative. Why don't you tell me what all this questioning surrounding Ethan Graves is really about?"
"Your ex , Ethan Graves, is responsible for a hell of a lot of dead bodies," he told her