“Gladly!” Mike replied, rubbing his reddened wrists, massaging where the quarter inch nylon ropes had dug in deeply from his attempts to struggle free.
“You won’t get any useful information from me,” the suspect snapped, heatedly. “I am a Chinese citizen, attached to the Chinese Consulate in Richmond. I possess Diplomatic Immunity, so it is illegal for you to hold me captive like this. Release me immediately and my government will not file a grievance against your government.”
As he was speaking, Ty entered from the dining room, wanting to get a better look at the bound Chinese agent. Steve spotted him across the room as he entered, but figured the situation was contained now, so there was no harm in him being there. Glancing over at Ty with a malevolent grin, the suspects eyes brightened as he declared, “Oh, I see you appear to have recovered nicely from your little mishap with the car; my fault for not following through. That is one mistake I shall not make, again. Sorry I can’t say the same for your lovely wife. Such a shame that her life ended in such a brutal fashion.” Ty’s face first went ghostly pale, then turned crimson as the meaning of these words sank in. Brandon had not provided Ty with all of the details of the suspected conspiracy, but what this man was saying now, filled in a lot of the remaining blanks, bringing total clarity to the situation.
“Steve cuffed the agent on the back of his head, “I don’t think you realize the situation you are in. You are in no position to demand anything, and we are the ones with a grievance, asshole. You’ll be lucky if you make it all the way to Guantanamo. And what do you know about this man’s accident?”