"No, I don't suspect you're lying to me."
Felix Preston's expression was grim as he said deliberately, "I suspect your informant investigated the wrong thing."
He was being subtle, but Renee Sinclair knew exactly what he meant.
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you so sure the information Jude Quinn gave you is real?"
Felix Preston: "I have something on Jude Quinn that could destroy him. Do you think he'd dare lie to me?"
"..." Renee Sinclair was silent.
Felix Preston's lips twitched into a brief smirk. "Any one of the secrets I have on Jude Quinn could land him in prison for the rest of his life. How would he dare lie to me? Besides, I already sent a bunch of guys to rough him up. He's a coward who's afraid of death and even more afraid of pain. There's no way he has the backbone to deceive me."
"So, Renee, you'd better take a good look at the informant who's feeding you information."
