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He walked straight through the unit to Savich’s office, ignored her, and planted a fist on Savich’s desk "Where is my son? What have you done with him?"

Sherlock noticed his voice was carefully e She wasn’t surprised, because he was a public speaker now, relying for his bread on his audiences believing he was speaking to them from a redeemed heart, no matter how much he’d mucked about in the viper pit with the rest of the bankers, the unrepentant ones Sherlock always found it fascinating that no matter how heinous the crielists, politicians, financiers, whoever--had but to hus before their flock to be granted forgiveness She supposed anyone taking responsibility for a bad decision was so rare that forgiveness poured in, beginning with the media

Savich didn’t rise or answer him He merely motioned Mr Hart to a seat beside Sherlock Hart sat, but it was obvious what he wanted to do was tell Savich he was a bully and a et hih he denies it, Mr Hart, your son may have uploaded the photo of To an anonymizer Do you knohat that is?"

"Not really, but I do know they have legitimate uses And they’re untraceable, aren’t they? But who cares? Even if Stony uses theh to keep us fro him When did he call you, Mr Hart?"

"He called " Hart senior was clearly disgusted "He couldn’t tell ents had seized his computers and he could lose his job and his career if you arrested him"

Sherlock said, "Mr Hart, we try very hard not to har them in to interview, even if they’re not entirely up front with us"

"I told hial But he wouldn’t lie, nor would he have any part of uploading Tommy’s photo, he--" Hart jumped to his feet and paced Savich’s office, a few short steps in each direction "All right, very well Let’s say he did upload the photo Who cares? It’s not a crime Perhaps he had reasons he can’t tell you about I demand you release my son to me or I’ll speak to Director Mueller myself Where is my son? What have you done with him?"

"He’s on his way back to his apartment," Savich said "Sit down, Mr Hart" Savich’s voice was deeper, and clipped Hart gave him a look and sat

"What will happen to my son because of this? Will his employers know? The press?"

Savich said, "Mr Hart, did you know Toroup of boys who’ve been friends since they were children Tommy was in and out of my house for years"

"Tell us your impressions of Tommy Cronin, Mr Hart"

Hart paused "Tommy was a srandfather was--understandable, I guess A tragedy he was killed Wait, what does this have to do with your persecution of ini?"

No hesitation: "A right proper little shite"

Savich said, "Hoould you describe your son’s relationship with Peter Biaggini?"

They saw it: Hart wanted to snarl and curse, not at theot hold of hiht, Peter is a leader, always has been My son is not It so up that if Peter had told him to eat oatmeal he’d have dived into a tub of the stuff and eaten his way out And Stony hates oatmeal"

"Did you think Peter may have asked your son to upload that photo of To little--"

Sherlock wondered who he was talking about, his son or Peter Biaggini Hart plowed his fingers through his beautifully styled black hair with its glossy wings of silver at his te so despicable unless he had a good reason No, there’s no way he would I ht Maybe it’s on Peter’s head Maybe he uploaded the photo" There was more he would have said Both Savich and Sherlock saw it, but he held back

Savich said, "We’ll be talking to Stony again, and to Peter as well"

"Yes, you do that It’s obviousto do with Toer flow out "I’ve noticed on every TV station that Todalene, brilliant ht future--well, that’s quite an appealing story, isn’t it? What aboutto be cast as the villain now?" His cell rang Hart ignored it, but then he looked down "Excuse me" He rose and walked to the door of Savich’s office They heard his impatient voice, then he punched off his cell and turned back to theht" Hart turned on his heel and walked out of the CAU, not another word