Chapter 3: Interrogation

The office was solemn as Gage's and Sydney's things

were packed up in boxes to make room for two new Rangers

that would be added to Company B. Graff sat doing paperwok,

but he looked up and stretched.

Trivette shook his head and said, "You really don't

care that they died, do you?"

Graff looked at Trivette. "To tell you the truth, I'm

more worried about the insurance on your car going through."

Walker sighed and said, sharply, "This is why you are

still single."

Graff cleared his throat and drew his pistol in the

blink of an eye. "I'm sorry? Why have you intruded yourself

into my personal life?"

Walker never flinched and held up his hand as Trivette

went for his pistol. "You could be a little more sensitive,

Graff. We did like them you know."

"Trivette asked me and I always tell the truth," Graff

said and holstered his pistol. Many people did not like him

for he really had no emotions and was anti-social.

Graff changed the subject to one of importance. "We

have to interrogate those bankers today. Now, in fact. let's

roll." He stood, put on his hat, and walked out of the door

with Walker and Trivette following him. "Mind if we take my

car?"

"Not at all," Walker said.

"Why not?" Trivette said and the three entered the

elevator to go down to Graff's car and go talk to the

bankers.

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Graff did not speed this time, but obeyed the speed

limit all the way to the bank. The time had come for them to

interrogate the bankers to try and find out who the

embezzeler was.

"Trivette, you and Walker talk to the tellers, I'll get

the higher ups," Graff said and walked to the offices of the

officials of the back.

The first office was the vice president. Graff knocked

on the door and walked in when he was admitted enterance. He

sat in front of the VP.

"May I help you, Ranger?" The VP was a short man, even

sitting behind his desk, he was balding and his stomach hung

over the handles of the chair. A sharp contrast to the tall,

lean, muscular build of Lieutenant Graff.

"Yes, we're trying to find out more of the death of

Micheal Valentine and find out who was embezzeling funds,"

Graff said. The VP was sweating, was it a sign of

nervousness or did he always sweat? Graff coudn't tell. "Can

you tell me anything?"

The VP's deep southern drawl contrasted Graff's voice,

also. "No, suh, I can't say that I do. I've been wondrin'

myself who stole all that money. I haven't got around to

questionin' my people."

"I see," Graff said. It was difficult for him not to

adopt the same accent as the VP. Was he lying? Graff could

not tell. Graff thought, Seven years in the FBI and I can't

tell, I must be getting rusty. "Well, we're doing that now.

We'll have this cleard up in no time."

The VP paused and his voice cracked an almost

unnoticeable trace when he said, "Well, suh, I do thank

you."

Graff controlled his eyebrows from shooting up. He

said, "Well, we'll be out of your," he glanced at the VP's

head, "bank, when we can."

Graff stood and left the office. He moved to the next

officials office, but got nothing from them, they were

clean, so was all of the rest of the officials. It had to be

the vice president, unless Trivette or Walker had found

something from one of the tellers, but that was unlikely.

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Back at Headquarters, the three Rangers compared what

they had. Graff's information was the only one that could

lead to the embezzler. The Rangers sat the rest of the day

at their desks, just talking and thinking. They didn't have

enough information to arrest the VP. So the next question

was: how did they go about getting that information?

"Trivette, I want you to get his files, look him up,

see what you can find. Walker, keep doing what you're doing,

I'll race Trivette," Graff said and swiveled around to his

computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard at amaing

speeds.

"Quick draw, quick at the computer. Is there anything

that you can't do quick?" Walker said.

"Yeah," Graff said, "my taxes."