The worker nodded.
Mercer walked closer. "We should not keep moving it."
Boone looked at him. "We already discussed this."
"We discussed Hensley. We did not discuss bringing it here."
"Hensley was compromised."
"You do not know that. No one knew the address."
Mercer looked away.
Boone continued. "That means the location was finished the moment he left."
"You think he talked?"
"I think he refused to sign a report and disappeared for almost an hour. You tell me."
Mercer looked toward Maya. She was listening.
"Get her inside," Boone said.
Mercer escorted her to the office and removed one cuff long enough to secure the other to a metal fixture beside the desk. Maya sat down. Boone remained near the doorway.
"We are going to find out how much your people know."
Maya looked at him. "You have been saying that all night, and you have been avoiding the question."
"I am not required to answer it."
Boone stepped into the room. "You are not in a position to make demands."
Maya glanced toward the warehouse. "Neither are you."
Boone's expression tightened. Mercer entered behind him.
"We need to decide what happens to the bike."
Boone looked back. "It gets moved out of the county before daylight."
Mercer stared at him. "No."
Boone turned fully toward him. "What did you say?"
"I said no. You do not get a vote. That motorcycle is tied to the stop."
"That is exactly why it cannot stay here."
"If it disappears, the first person they look at is me."
Boone lowered his voice. "They are already looking at you."
Mercer looked toward Maya; she was watching both men. He turned back to Boone. "You changed the report. You moved her twice. You moved the Harley twice. Every decision after the roadside stop came from you."
Boone stepped closer. "And every problem before that came from you."
Mercer did not respond.
Boone continued. "You opened the saddlebag. You found her credentials. You damaged the motorcycle. You arrested her. Do not stand here pretending I created this situation."
"You knew exactly what to do when I called."