I pulled out my voice recorder. "Tuesday, March twenty-fifth. Interview with Rebbe Dershowitz."

He slung an arm along the back of the bench, watching me with a small smirk, as if he was doing me a favor.

"Tell me about Omar."

Ivan made a dismissive sound. "Not the man I'd have chosen for my Shannon."

"But you did, thanks to your dealings with Jacob the Shark."

"Huh. I pegged you for nothing more than the Queen's patsy, but you dug that up pretty ...