“Um… No, sir.”
“And you’re never going to if you keep asking stupid questions.”
With that, Bradshaw slapped the file back into the agent’s hands and moved off down the hall.
* * *
Across the plaza, Kurt sat beside Hayley as a paramedic treated her for a number of scrapes and abrasions and then checked them both for shock.
In the midst of this treatment, a ranking detective from the Sydney Police Department grilled them about the event.
Leave it to the professionals.
Bradshaw seemed to be weighing this, perhaps acknowledging Kurt’s actions in his mind. His tone softened a bit, but his face remained gruff.
“Okay, Austin, I’m going to cut you a little slack,” he said. “I’m also going to assume you’re not dumb enough to open your mouth about what you’ve seen here. But if you’re not sure you can stay quiet, I can find a nice ovenlike jail out beyond the Black Stump where you can sit and think about it to your heart’s content.”