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“He will talk—”
“When? I want to be there.”
“The sheriff is bringing him here later today. We’ll speak with him and his attorney in the conference room. Since the jail doesn’t have an interrogation room.” Dave glanced at his watch. “Alex and Eli will be joining us as well.”
“Good. I want to sit across from him and look him in the eye for what he did to us.”
“You’ll get your chance. Now get back to work. I’ll let you know when they arrive if you’re out of the office.”
“If I am, don’t start without me.”
“We won’t. I want him to look all of you in the face.”
Creed stood up. “Alright. I’ll see you later. I have a case in Hartland that needs my attention.”
Dave nodded and Creed left the office, making his way to his desk and sitting down. He balled his fists and clenched his jaw, seething with anger. How could Sanchez betray them like this? He had worked alongside them without batting an eye.
Later, as he sat in his truck surveilling the stolen horses through binoculars, Creed’s phone buzzed with a message from Dave telling him to come back into the office. Without hesitation, Creed started the truck and drove back to the office, consumed with anticipation for what he was about to hear.
A few minutes later, he barged into the office, removed his hat and coat before hanging them up, then made his way to the conference room. As he opened the door and walked inside, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Sanchez’s face draining of color as soon as he saw him. It brought Creed great satisfaction to see that he had a black eye.
Creed greeted Sam with a firm handshake, then took a seat between Alex and Eli on the opposite side of the table from Sanchez. They all fixed their gaze on Sanchez, and Creed assumed that the man next to him was his attorney.
Dave entered the room and sat at the head of the table. He nodded at Sanchez’s attorney.
“Gentlemen, I’m Carlton Baxter. Agent Sanchez’s—”
“He’s no fucking agent,” Creed interrupted. “He’s a traitor.”
The attorney cleared his throat before speaking up. “I am Mr. Sanchez’s legal representative, and he is willing to cooperate in exchange for a reduced sentence of life in prison with the possibility of parole.”
“That was not our agreement, Mr. Baxter,” Dave stated firmly.
“We have discussed it, and this is what Mr. Sanchez has decided,” the attorney replied.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass about what Sanchez decided,” Eli interjected. “We agreed on life without parole.”
“Don’t you get it? Sanchez is just as responsible for Mac’s death as if he had pulled the trigger himself,” Alex chimed in.
“If you cannot uphold our agreement, then we will go to trial,” Dave said, turning his attention to Sanchez. “Do you really want to take that risk? You could face the death penalty for being an accessory to one count of murder and three counts of attempted murder.”
Creed watched as Sanchez and his attorney whispered to each other, clenching his fists tightly under the table to contain his anger toward Sanchez.
“Mr. Sanchez has agreed to life without parole,” announced Baxter.
“You’re not as stupid as you look,” Alex muttered under his breath directed toward Sanchez.
“Now talk,” Creed growled.
“Percy Cartwright approached me about you three and Mac. He is my mother-in-law’s half-brother, so he knew I worked with you. He has been falsifying sales papers at his auction house for years, but he knew that MDOL suspected him,” Sanchez explained, shrugging his shoulders. “He offered to pay me two hundred and fifty thousand dollars if I informed him of when you were planning to catch Pedigo and his men in the act of stealing livestock. I told him your CI informed you where Pedigo would be that night. I was desperate. I have a gambling problem, and I was on the verge of losing everything—my home, my car, and my family. I had to do something. I swear, I had no idea he would kill anyone.”
Creed jumped up from his seat in anger. “What the hell did you think he was going to do? Ask us politely to leave? God, I could punch you right now and feel damn good about it. For three years, none of us knew exactly what happened that night, until I got my memory back. He was going to kill all of us! And it’s all your fault,” he shouted.
“Sit down, Agent McBride,” Dave interjected calmly.
Creed huffed out a sigh, sat down, and glared at Sanchez. As he sat there listening to the attorney, he shook his head. He was happy this was finally over, and he could move on with his life now. With Abbie.
He hoped she wanted the same things he did. He wanted to marry her and spend the rest of his life with her. The only problem was he wasn’t sure he wanted to have kids. That was one thing they needed to discuss, and he wasn’t looking forward to it at all.
