and found
a transfer cord while she located the photos on her phone.
She kept talking while he was fussing connecting the
transfer cord. “I don’t believe the bad guys would have been dumb enough to
park there, but some of those people parking there might have seen something significant.
Hey, stop rolling your eyes at everything I say.”
“I copied about fourteen. Does that sound right?”
She nodded. “Now some plates are from out of
state. Get right on this or they’ll be leaving town.”
That unnecessary observation earned her one more
dirty look from him.
This particular agent was most likely an okay guy
she imagined, if she’d met him under other circumstances. Just then, however,
he was being a jerk even if a good looking jerk. “I’ve given you some useful
information. Are you going to follow up on what you have? I’ve a definite
interest in what you’re doing, you know.” She noticed him rolling his eyes
again.
Originally, she was uncertain about how involved
in the investigation she wanted to be. She had carried out the money-drop part
of it; she could now let the authorities take over. She had a workload of cases
in the office and as important has finding Jane and recovering the money was,
she couldn’t devote full time to the investigation anyway. Plus, Chip had
admonished her in the past to butt out and let the professionals take over.
Nevertheless, when the agent rolled his eyes again it was too much, she changed
her mind and made the firm decision that she could not keep out of the
investigation, could not just stand back let the FBI take over and not be aware
of what was going on.
She said, “First order of business is to locate
and apprehend that couple who stepped onto the bridge as I stepped off. They
probably have the money. I can get started as soon as the police can ID the
shooting victim in the park.”
“Look, Ma’am, if you want to start somewhere then
start by staying home. If something comes up, we’ll let you know. This is
official FBI business. We don’t need you putzing around.” He started jamming
his notes and equipment into his briefcase like an annoyed kid picking up his
toys and going home.
“I don’t give a damn about official FBI business,”
she said. “Putting a gun to my head, scaring the shit out of me and stealing four
hundred grand are my business. I’ll putz around where I please, thank you very
much. And don’t roll your eyes at me one more time!”
“God help me. She’s Nancy Drew with an attitude.”
Chapter Eight
S andy
and Martin walked down the hall from the police interrogation room and out the parking
area exit. He walked her over to her car. “I get the feeling the FBI aren’t
going to be very aggressive about this case.”
“Agent Hastings is upset because I threw them off
their game plan. They like to have a missing person, then a ransom note, then
the money-drop and then the arrest.”
“And sometimes a dead victim, if the captors don’t
fully understand how they’re supposed to play the FBI game,” he said. “I, for
one, believe you did the right thing. Give them the money and no one gets hurt.
Chase after them later.”
“Thanks, Martin. I needed that vote of confidence.
You know, I’m not comfortable leaving all this is their hands.” She got in and lowered
the window. “Maybe it’s best if the FBI aren’t all over this case. I can do my
thing without bumping into them.”
“You mean, we can do our thing. Don’t even
think of leaving me out of this. Don’t ask me how you’re going to square all
this with Chip.”
She shrugged. “I’d love to have you along.” She
blew him a kiss and started her car.
Martin chanted, “See Jane run. Run Jane run,” as she
drove away.
As she pulled out of the police station parking
lot, her phone buzzed. Chip said, “Tell me you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Geez, I’m glad to hear your voice.”
Here we go, she thought. The inevitable confrontation with him
a transfer cord while she located the photos on her phone.
She kept talking while he was fussing connecting the
transfer cord. “I don’t believe the bad guys would have been dumb enough to
park there, but some of those people parking there might have seen something significant.
Hey, stop rolling your eyes at everything I say.”
“I copied about fourteen. Does that sound right?”
She nodded. “Now some plates are from out of
state. Get right on this or they’ll be leaving town.”
That unnecessary observation earned her one more
dirty look from him.
This particular agent was most likely an okay guy
she imagined, if she’d met him under other circumstances. Just then, however,
he was being a jerk even if a good looking jerk. “I’ve given you some useful
information. Are you going to follow up on what you have? I’ve a definite
interest in what you’re doing, you know.” She noticed him rolling his eyes
again.
Originally, she was uncertain about how involved
in the investigation she wanted to be. She had carried out the money-drop part
of it; she could now let the authorities take over. She had a workload of cases
in the office and as important has finding Jane and recovering the money was,
she couldn’t devote full time to the investigation anyway. Plus, Chip had
admonished her in the past to butt out and let the professionals take over.
Nevertheless, when the agent rolled his eyes again it was too much, she changed
her mind and made the firm decision that she could not keep out of the
investigation, could not just stand back let the FBI take over and not be aware
of what was going on.
She said, “First order of business is to locate
and apprehend that couple who stepped onto the bridge as I stepped off. They
probably have the money. I can get started as soon as the police can ID the
shooting victim in the park.”
“Look, Ma’am, if you want to start somewhere then
start by staying home. If something comes up, we’ll let you know. This is
official FBI business. We don’t need you putzing around.” He started jamming
his notes and equipment into his briefcase like an annoyed kid picking up his
toys and going home.
“I don’t give a damn about official FBI business,”
she said. “Putting a gun to my head, scaring the shit out of me and stealing four
hundred grand are my business. I’ll putz around where I please, thank you very
much. And don’t roll your eyes at me one more time!”
“God help me. She’s Nancy Drew with an attitude.”
Chapter Eight
S andy
and Martin walked down the hall from the police interrogation room and out the parking
area exit. He walked her over to her car. “I get the feeling the FBI aren’t
going to be very aggressive about this case.”
“Agent Hastings is upset because I threw them off
their game plan. They like to have a missing person, then a ransom note, then
the money-drop and then the arrest.”
“And sometimes a dead victim, if the captors don’t
fully understand how they’re supposed to play the FBI game,” he said. “I, for
one, believe you did the right thing. Give them the money and no one gets hurt.
Chase after them later.”
“Thanks, Martin. I needed that vote of confidence.
You know, I’m not comfortable leaving all this is their hands.” She got in and lowered
the window. “Maybe it’s best if the FBI aren’t all over this case. I can do my
thing without bumping into them.”
“You mean, we can do our thing. Don’t even
think of leaving me out of this. Don’t ask me how you’re going to square all
this with Chip.”
She shrugged. “I’d love to have you along.” She
blew him a kiss and started her car.
Martin chanted, “See Jane run. Run Jane run,” as she
drove away.
As she pulled out of the police station parking
lot, her phone buzzed. Chip said, “Tell me you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Geez, I’m glad to hear your voice.”
Here we go, she thought. The inevitable confrontation with him
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