Enigma (FBI Thriller #21)(49)



Cam pulled out a chair, sat down, eyed him for a moment. “Hey, Clyde, I like the alliteration—Clyde Chivers—your daddy come up with that one? Or is that on your mama’s head?”

He blinked, opened his mouth, shut it, then managed, “Nope, it was my aunt Mabel, my mama’s sister. She writes poetry.” He shut his mouth, straightened his shoulders, and tried to dial up the outrage again. “You’re the people who tried to kill me. You wrecked my Tahoe. You should be the ones here in jail, not me.”

Jack lounged back in his chair, relaxed and as loose as a lizard on a sunny rock. “Nah, we didn’t want you dead, Clyde. Actually, we usually don’t want anyone dead. We only wanted to catch the three people you pretended to pick up.”

“I don’t know about any three people. I was driving to McKee, to see a bud of mine. Why am I here? What do you want? I didn’t do anything. You know I was alone, so you have no right—”

Cam sat forward, looked him straight on. “Shut up, Clyde. The sheriff found five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills under your front seat. You going to tell us who gave you the money to pull your little stunt on Clover Bottom Creek Road?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t do anything, nothin’, you hear me?”

Jack said, “Don’t waste our time and try to deny it. We’re in a hurry here.”

“You’ve got no right to hold me. So I have five hundred bucks, that ain’t no crime in my universe.”

“There you’re wrong,” Cam said. “These are very bad people, Clyde. And you helped them escape us.”

Clyde Chivers was shaking his head back and forth.

Jack leaned forward. “I don’t suppose the guy who called you, who paid you, happened to mention that the three people you helped escape us stuck a knife in a young hiker’s heart yesterday? His name was James Delinsky and he was a student at Virginia Tech. They left him for the animals to scavenge. And that means, Clyde, that you aided and abetted murderers. You’re either going to confess all your sins and not leave a thing out, or you’re going to spend the next twenty years at the Pennington Gap federal penitentiary. Your one and only chance to avoid that future is right now.”

Chivers licked his lips as he eyed both Cam and Jack. “No, really, I don’t know anything, I—” He tried to shove away from them. Jack leaned over the table and grabbed the front of Chivers’s shirt, hauled him out of his chair, and gave him one good shake. “Listen up, Clyde. These are very bad people. They might let you live until you get to prison, but after that? Understand, Clyde, you’re what’s called a loose end.”

Cam said, “And you know what happens to loose ends, don’t you?”

“No, that isn’t right, no one will hurt me and you can’t, either, you—”

Jack gave him a final shake and shoved him back into his chair. “Actually, Clyde, I can do anything I want to you, and probably be awarded a medal for it. As I said, we’re talking very bad guys you hooked up with.” He looked down at his watch. “You have three minutes.”

“I want a deal, yeah, that’s it, a deal. I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t. Give me a deal.”

Jack looked over at Cam. “I can’t give you a deal, but Agent Wittier here knows the federal prosecutor in charge of this case. Do you think the prosecutor might consider loosening the noose around Clyde’s neck if he’s honest and up front with us?”

Cam looked thoughtful. “Well, Ms. Cherisse is usually fine with helping people like Clyde here who have a hard time understanding the danger they’re in. But, Clyde, you better hope we find these people before they stab you like they did the hiker. He was only a couple of years younger than you.”

Chivers was gnawing on his lower lip, looking scared. His hand shook as he picked up the glass of water beside him and drank half of it down. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Okay, but you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t know anything about these people, not a single thing. The guy said if I did this one thing, they’d leave me alone, but I swear, I wouldn’t have done it, except the guy who called me blackmailed me.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Imagine, trying to blackmail an upstanding citizen like you. What about?”

“No, really, it’s the truth. He knew about the crop of marijuana in my back forty and he was going to call the sheriff on me. It was either that, or take the five hundred bucks he left in my truck.” He puffed up a bit. “I’m not stupid, I checked to make sure the money was there.”

Cam said. “Who is the man? Do you know him?”

“He didn’t tell me his name, and I didn’t recognize his voice. He said he’d heard about my little sideline selling pot and he needed my help, now. He didn’t tell me anything about these three people. He told me to drive up and down Bottom Clover Creek Road, and if I saw some people hiking out of the forest, I had to make sure they saw me and then take off like a bat out of hell. I thought, I’m getting five hundred bucks for punching the gas? I couldn’t believe it when you started shooting at me. You shot out one of my back tires, and I thought I was going to die until I saw the cop cars blocking the road.”

“The man who called you. Tell us about him. Did he sound young? Old? Accent? What?”

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