He pulled up a chair and sat down, facing them from the other side of the bars.
He looked first at Pine and then settled his gaze on Mercy.
“You’re the guy I saw at the house, with the lawyer,” said Mercy.
Buckley said nothing, he just kept staring at them.
Pine let this scrutiny go on for a bit before saying, “Well, we’re here.”
Buckley looked at her. He didn’t smile, he didn’t chuckle, he didn’t look grim or angry or triumphant. He simply appeared curious.
“Yes, you are.”
When he spoke Pine’s suspicions were confirmed. He was the man who had spoken to her when she’d been kidnapped.
“You killed an FBI agent. And two other people,” said Pine.
“No, the Atkinses had a heart attack or a stroke when my men broke into the house. They never touched them.”
“And Agent Bertrand?”
“He was supposed to have been anesthetized, as you two were. Unfortunately, things went awry. They’re not sure how the fire started, but there’s not much left of the house. The important thing is that you are both here.”
“How did you know we’d be at the Atkinses?” asked Pine.
“We hid a tracking device in the Porsche after my colleague took Ms. Blum. And we had the Atkinses’ line tapped. We heard your conversation.”
Pine closed her eyes for a moment, inwardly seething at this oversight on her part.
“And do you also have Carol Blum?” she asked after she reopened her eyes.
Buckley nodded. “She is an important part of this.”
“And what exactly is this?”
Buckley turned back to Mercy. “You killed my brother.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“What I meant to say was you didn’t know you had, but you did.”
“That’s as clear as mud.”
“His name was Ken. You stopped him from hurting Rosa. He pulled a knife and then a gun on you. You beat him up.”
Mercy sucked in a breath and looked over at Pine. “He wasn’t dead. I checked his pulse. And even though he hit his head, he wasn’t a quad. I checked that, too.”
Buckley said, “He later died of a brain aneurysm, probably from his head hitting the ground.”
Mercy eyed him more closely. “I saw you at that house and thought you looked familiar. It’s because you look like Ken around the eyes and jaw.”
“You said he deserved it,” Pine pointed out. “It was kill or be killed. And she didn’t even know he was dead. So what exactly are you trying to do here?”
Buckley crossed one leg over another. “It’s payback, but it’s complicated payback. Not really connected to the incident with Ken and your sister.”
Now Pine sucked in a breath.
Buckley smiled at her discomfort. “Yes, we know all about that. What you two represent is symbolic, really.”
“Again, clear as mud, as my sister said before.”
“The government caused my father’s death, and turned my mother and my sisters against the rest of the family. I was the only one to really make anything of myself. The payback is against the government. Since I, of course, can’t do it directly, I am going to do it indirectly, using you two.”