a duly appointed representative of the CPD and a member of this task force.”
“You’re useless, unprofessional, and impeding this deposition,” Slim said, his tone flat. He turned his dark eyes to Rudolph and said, “Get. Out.”
Slim had a hell of a glare. Some men do. They can look at you and tell you, without saying a word, that they are perfectly capable of doing violence and willing to demonstrate it. That look doesn’t convey any particular, single emotion, nor anything that can be easily put into words. Slim didn’t need any words. He stared at Rudolph with some faint shadow of old Death himself in his eyes, and did nothing else.
Rudolph flinched. He muttered something about filing a complaint against the FBI and left the room.
Agent Tilly turned back to me. His expression softened, briefly, into something almost resembling a smile, and he said, “Did you do it?”
I met his eyes for a second and said, “No.”
Tilly pursed his lips. Then he nodded his head several times and said, “Okay.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “Just like that?”
“I know when people lie,” he said simply.
“And that’s why this is a deposition, not an interrogation?”
“It’s a deposition because Rudolph lied his ass off when he fingered you to my boss,” Tilly said. “Now I’ve seen you for myself. And bomber doesn’t fit on you.”
“Why not?”
“Your apartment is one big pile of disorganized clutter. Disorganized bomb makers don’t have much of a life expectancy. My turn. Why is someone trying to tag you for the office building?”
“Politics, I think,” I said. “Karrin Murphy has pissed off a lot of money by wrecking some of their shadier enterprises. Money leans on politicians. I get some spillover because she’s the one who hired me as a consultant on some of it.”
“Fucking Chicago,” Tilly said, with real contempt in his voice. “The government in the whole state is about as corrupt as they get.”
“Amen,” I said.
“I read your file. Says you were looked at by my office before. Says four agents vanished a few days later.” He pursed his lips. “You’ve been suspected of kidnapping, murder, and at least two cases of arson, one of which was a public building.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” I said. “That building thing.”
“You lead an interesting life, Dresden.”
“Not really. Just a wild weekend now and then.”
“To the contrary,” Tilly said. “I’m very interested in you.”
I sighed. “Man. You don’t want to be.”
Tilly considered that, a faint frown line appearing between his brows. “Do you know who blew up your office building?”
“No.”
Tilly’s expression might have been carved in stone. “Liar.”
“If I tell you,” I said, “you aren’t going to believe me—and you’re going to get me locked up in a psycho ward somewhere. So no. I don’t know who blew up the building.”
He nodded for a moment. Then he said, “What you are doing now could be construed as obstructing and interfering with an investigation. Depending on who was behind the bombing and why, it might even get bumped up to treason.”
“In other words,” I said, “you couldn’t find anything in my apartment to incriminate me or give you an excuse to hold me. So now you’re hoping to intimidate me into talking with you.”
Agent Tilly leaned back in his chair and squinted at me. “I can hold you for twenty four hours for no reason at all. And I can make them fairly unpleasant for you without coming close to violating any laws.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I said.
Tilly shrugged. “And I wish you’d tell me what you know about the explosion. But I guess neither of us is going to get what we want.”
I propped my chin on my hand and thought about it for a moment. I gave it even odds that someone in the supernatural scene, probably the duchess, had pulled some strings to send Rudolph my way. If that was the case, maybe I could bounce this little hand grenade back to her.
“Off the record?” I asked Tilly.
He stood up, went out the door, and came back in a moment later, presumably after turning off any recording devices. He sat back down and looked at me.
“You’re going to find out that the building was wired with explosives,” I said. “On the fourth floor.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Someone I trust saw some blueprint files that showed where the charges had been installed, presumably at the behest of the building’s owners. I remember that a few years ago, there were crews tearing into the walls for a week