Free Magic Lantern (Rogue Angel) by Alex Archer

think it would be better if you were looking, too.”
“Come into my office. We’ll talk.”
“Haven’t you already sent someone to pick me up?”
Westcox didn’t bother to deny the charge.
“I don’t know what Professor Beswick is involved in—”
“The Mr. Hyde murders?”
“I doubt it. Saying that was the only way I had of getting your attention.”
“That also constitutes interfering in a police investigation. I’ll have you up on charges.”
“Fine. If that’s what it takes to get you looking for Professor Beswick, do it. In the meantime, he needs to be found. His life is in danger.”
“What makes you so certain of that?”
Annja peeked down the hallway to assure herself the police had not yet arrived. “Because the men looking for him also kidnapped me.”
“Really?” Westcox’s tone indicated he wasn’t happy, and he wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Yes. Right from under your nose. Now that I think about it, maybe calling you is a waste of time.”
“Ms. Creed, you’re not doing much to endear yourself to this office.”
“You’re not very endearing, either, Inspector. I need you to help me find my friend.”
“I was given a report only a short time ago. Something about a shooting involving an automobile loaded with possible Asian gangsters and a young red-haired woman spotted fleeing the scene. Would you happen to know anything about that?”
“Have those men been taken into custody?”
“Not as yet. We’re searching for them. Nor do I intend to discuss this over the phone with you, Ms. Creed. We’ll talk in my office.”
“Thanks for the invitation, Inspector, but I’m going to decline for the moment.”
Westcox’s voice was hard as he replied, “That course of action wouldn’t be prudent.”
“With all due respect, you weren’t in the back of that car when the guns came out. I like my chances on my own at the moment. Find my friend. Then I’ll be happy to speak with you.” Annja hung up.
She regretted not having gotten her backpack from her hotel room, but it was possible that Westcox already had men there. Or that the Triad had set up camp there.
Or both, which would have been interesting.
She started for the front of the pub, noticed the police car pulling to a stop out on the street in front of the building and headed for the back door. She was in the wind before the police arrived.

8
     
A few blocks from the pub, Annja stopped at a bodega and used the pay phone. She called the number she’d found for Gaetano Carlini’s home and listened to it ring twice before it was picked up.
“Hello?” Gaetano sounded half-asleep.
“It’s Annja Creed. I’m sorry to be calling so late.” Annja glanced at the clock on the wall behind the counter. The young Indian male working the counter watched her, though whether he just liked looking or was suspicious she couldn’t say.
“Ah, Annja.” She heard fumbling noises over the line. “It’s very late, isn’t it?”
“Or very early, depending on your point of view.”
Gaetano chuckled. “Yes, it is. Are you all right?”
“I am, but I’m afraid something’s happened to Edmund. He’s not with you, is he?”
“No. Why would he be with me?”
“I was just hoping he was there because he’s not at home.” Annja quickly brought Gaetano up to date on her attempted kidnapping and Edmund’s probable abduction.
“Oh, dear. You’ve gone to the police?”
That required a further explanation.
“I see.” Gaetano sounded thoughtful and more awake. “I could, as Edmund’s friend, insist that something be done to find him. You said this inspector’s name is Westcox?”
“Yes. But I was hoping you might be able to help out a little more.”
“How so?”
“What do you know about the magic lantern Edmund bought from the auction house?”
“Only what he’s told me, but I can find out more. I have a number of contacts throughout the city. I’ll try to uncover what I can.”
“That would be awesome.”
“What about you? Are you