"Well, thanks," Lynch said. "But I don't see what this has to do with—"
"I just don't want you trying to kid your buddy-boy," Malone said.
"Kid you?" Lynch said. "I don't get it."
"Come on, now," Malone said. "I know that room was bugged, just as well as you do. It was the sensible thing for you to pull, and you pulled it. You've got the whole thing recorded, haven't you?"
"Me?" Lynch said. "Why would I—"
"Oh, cut it out," Malone said impatiently. "Let's not play games, okay?"
There was a second of silence.
"All right," Lynch said. "So I recorded the conversation. Kill me. Crucify me. I'm stealing FBI secrets. I'm a spy secretly working for a foreign power. Take me out and electrocute me."
"I don't want to fight you," Malone said wearily. "So you've got the stuff recorded. That's your business."
"My business?"