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dropped them to her lap. “First, I want to thank you. You saved my life.”
    It felt rehearsed, insincere, but it was the best she could do. So much time had passed. “Without you,” she said, fumbling a little over the words, “I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”
    He remained expressionless, cutting through her with that studied glare. She waited for him to respond, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. And now she began to feel exasperation. She needed to know why he’d thrown himself under the bus for the Heilshorn murder. Why he seemed to prefer going to prison for the rest of his life rather than any other alternative.
    “I’m sure Sloane Dewan thanks you, too,” she added.
    Now something seemed to ripple his unemotional demeanor. His expression changed and his lips parted slightly. Then he turned his head away.
    Jennifer spoke quickly. “Has she been to see you: Sloane?”
    “No,” he said.
    “Probably because your trial is still pending. Your date is in three days. I’m sure her attorney advised her that it would be best not to come. Just as I’ve had my hands tied, too.”
    He looked back at her again and just for a moment she felt like she’d used a cheap ploy; she was trying to get herself off her own hook, assuage her own sense of guilt. But he didn’t seem to take it that way.
    “I told her to stay away,” he said. “I wouldn’t see her.”
    “Why?”
    Jennifer didn’t need a response, and Healy didn’t give one. He had confessed to the murder of Alexander Heilshorn, claiming he’d acted alone. He said he’d brought Sloane Dewan with him against her will. Either he feared Sloane would try to get him to change his story, or that seeing her would be too difficult, or both. Jennifer changed the subject.
    “You’ve waived having your own attorney here today.”
    “Yes.”
    She took her hands from her lap, lightly gripped the edge of the table and leaned forward a little. “But I can help you, Brendan. I want to help you. I want to make things better for you. Maybe even keep you from trial. Get you out.”
    “With all due respect, I don’t want your help.”
    “Brendan, you’re facing—”
    “Thank you, Agent Aiken,” Doherty said gruffly, yanking his chair forward closer to the table. He settled his large body and glared at Brendan Healy.
    “So here you are,” said Doherty. “What a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m sorry to interrupt your banter with our Justice Department Agent, but we have a national crisis here, and you’re gonna help us.”
    Brendan withdrew his hands from the table, chainlinks chattering again. His gaze brushed over the cops, and then landed back on Doherty. He sniffed. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll try.”
    Doherty slapped a large file on the table, then clicked on a digital audio recorder he slid over towards Brendan. “Mr. Healy, tell us everything you know about a group called Nonsystem.”
    Jennifer glanced at the recorder. “Brendan, at any time you decide you’d feel more comfortable with your lawyer here, you let us know.”
    Doherty shot her a snide look. “We’ve already established that Mr. Healy has waived his right to counsel.” He returned his attention to Brendan. “Besides, we’re just talking. One professional to another. Mr. Healy seems to have been up front about everything so far. Right, Mr. Healy?”
    Brendan spoke. “I don’t know much about them. I think they’re something like the Anonymous group. But that their focus is on digital currency. It’s not really my field.”
    “They’re hackers,” Doherty said, “cyber-terrorists, libertarians, pick your precedent. They specialize in crypto-currency. Know what that is? It’s digital currency, virtual currency, that’s been concealed. Hidden from the public ledger.”
    Brendan nodded. “Okay. So they write software to secure digital currency.”
    “Secure? That’s a hell of a way to look at it. We’re talking about hiding transactions where people pay