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.
~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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."
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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."
