station manager shift in his seat.
Judy Chen said, âYes.â
Kubiak said, âDo you think that was smart?â
âI donât know what the law is,â Judy Chen said. âBut I donât regret doing that.â
Gabler said, âWhy not?â
Hastings was listening a little closer now. He expected the woman to excuse it by saying she didnât want to risk the Penmark girlâs life by not following their instructions. It would be a rational excuse, though Hastings probably wouldnât have bought it.
But Judy Chen didnât say that. What she said was, âBecause I had a feeling that whoever was calling me was watching me too.â
For a moment, no one said anything. Kubiak looked briefly at Gabler and even at Hastings before he turned his attention back to the woman.
Kubiak said, âWhy do you think that?â
âI donât know. The way he said âturn aroundâ and then seemed to know that I had.â
âDid you see anyone?â
âNo. But I was parked near my apartment. I mean, he could have been anywhere.â
âBut you didnâtââ
âI just felt someone was watching me.â
Hastings said, âDid it frighten you?â
She looked down at the table at Hastings, her weighted expression not the one she wore in the magazine photo.
âYes,â she said. âVery much.â
âAnd yet,â Kubiak said, âyou still didnât call the authorities.â
Her expression changed again. Hardened. She said, âSir, the man knew where I lived and what I drove. Knew who I am. Knows. Iâm cooperating with you now and I havenât broken any laws.â
âThatâs debatable, Ms. Chen,â Kubiak said. âAnd how are we to know that this fear youâre describing isnât just an act?â
âBecause Iâm telling you the truth.â
Craig Kubiak smiled at the woman then. It was the sort of cold, superior smile that drives people to hate cops and managers and lawyers. It was working on Hastings now too, because he could see that the woman was seething and there was now a real danger that she would clam up on them.
Hastings could also see that she was no pushover. And that she would not hesitate at all to get a lawyer and make things difficult. Which would be a hardship for him and the feds. Unnecessary, but inevitable if this clod werenât so intent on pushing her. Kubiak was probably attracted to the woman and blaming her for it. Or he was just a fool. In any event, the woman was about one step away from ending the interview.
Hastings leaned forward, his body language conciliatory. He said to Judy Chen, âWe believe you are telling the truth. Iâm sorry if weâve been misunderstood.â
From the corner of his eye, Hastings detected a scowl on Agent Kubiakâs face. Hastings said, âOur beef is not with you. I know you understand that.â
Hastings waited for her to give him a nod. Which she did. Good.
Hastings said, âThe goal for everybody involved is to get the girl back safe. Thatâs what Agent Kubiak wants.â
âOf course,â the station manager said. He seemed a little relieved now. Judy Chen was looking wary, but it was an improvement over cold fury.
Hastings said, âYour car, where is it now?â
Judy Chen said, âItâs in the parking garage.â
âHas anyone touched it since you drove here this morning?â
âNo.â
âWeâre going to have to have some technicians go over it. Obviously, the man or men who planted that tape got into your vehicle, and weâre going to have to look for prints and hairs and, you know, technical stuff. Now, weâll be glad to get you home by cab or police escort while weâre using your car. Would that be okay with you?â
âYes.â
Hastings knew that if it wasnât, they could still seize it. At least temporarily. But she could make