Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“Is it still Wednesday, Dad?”
“Yup.”
“Lucy said it was Friday.”
“She was pulling your leg.”
“No, she said it. I think she was pulling my anticipation.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we watched as the options for grabbing Carolyn went out the window. It appears that the only option is to wait for Cortez’s team to contact someone. Pricilla believes it will be Lazar’s lawyer. Nothing is certain at this point. IN fact, we don’t even know if and when they will call. As a precaution, Stennis, the lawyer, will hang around for a while to see if a call will come in. I see everyone is hanging around the interrogation room waiting for a call. I guess we should go there and wait with them.

“This is driving me nuts.”

“I know Mr. Popović. I don’t think there is much else we can do. Hold on, I have a call coming in. I don’t recognize this number. Well, there is nothing to lose by answering. Yes, this is Thomas. Hello. Yeah okay. Speaker, it is. You are on speakerphone.”

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. We have Carolyn Popović. She will come to no harm if you release Lazar to us. If you don’t see this plan’s wisdom, you can inform Mr. Popović that he will need to do another plan. That will be for the memorial service.”

“Who are you?”

“Please, Ms. Thomas. Don’t make yourself look stupid in front of all those in the room. Also, do not interrupt me again. We will be communicating through you. You can expect a call within two hours, giving you precise instructions. Oh, please triangulate the location of this phone. By the time you figure out where this call is coming from, we will be long gone. Don’t try to call this number since it won’t exist in twenty seconds. That is all.”

“Wait. How is Carolyn? Hello? Hello. Damn, he’s gone.”

“Oh my god. They have my little girl. I don’t care. What happens to me. Do as they say. Let them have me. We have to save Carolyn.”

“Please settle down, Mr. Popović. The government has a standing policy against meeting the kidnapper’s demands. We need to get a plan together. Unfortunately, you will not be too useful. Lieutenant.”

“Yes.”

“Please take Mr. Popović back to the holding cell. Mr. Stennis, you are free to go.”

“Wait, Ms. Thomas.”

“What?”

“I can help, I’m sure. There must be a place where they have taken her that I know about. After all, there are Cortez’s men, and I used to work for him. Please let me stay and help.”

“My better judgment says no, but there is something in what you just said that makes sense.”

“Okay, you can stay. Larry and Andrew. I don’t see that this is something you need to be concerned with so you can beg off.”

“if you don’t mind, Andrew and I would like to stay and help.”

“We can use the help. Okay, you are signed on as well. Lieutenant, how about you?”

“At your service.”

“Mr. Stennis, you are excused.”

“Thank you, but I too wish to help.”

“All the same, I think we have a working group, and your client will be in good hands.”

“Very well. If that is your desire.”

“It is.”

“Okay, Lazar. Remember what I said about saying anything.”

“I remember. All I want to do is get my daughter away from those animals.”

“Alright, then. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye. Lieutenant, would you please escort Mr. Stennis to the front door.”

“My pleasure. Follow me, sir.”

“Everyone, hold on until the lieutenant returns.”

“What’s the problem ?”

“Just wait.”

“Okay, Ms. Thomas, Stennis is out the front door.”

“Riddle me this all of you. How did Cortez’s group know my number?”

“Is it unlisted?”

“Yes, of course. Also, how did they know there were other folks in the room?”

“Now that you ask, it is an excellent question. We have a mole.”

“Exactly, Larry.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“So why are you sitting on a mat by the Christmas tree?”
“Trying to figure out how to get in there. The mat was just here.”
“Getting in there is not going to happen soon.”
“Soon is not forever.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day, and last week, we found out Andre was killed by having his throat cut. As a few of you pointed out, there should be enough blood on the participants to raise suspicions. Let’s hope that is the case. Pricilla puts some stock in the idea that Carolyn could turn on her phone and then be tracked. If so, that would be a direct lift of the most obvious trope on the planet. No, my friends, I think we are stuck till something breaks. Pricilla went to make a call last week, and now she is back. Let’s go and see if anything has come up.

 

“Before you go, Mr. Stannis, you should be aware that I talked to my contact, and it appears there was another body found in the train station.”

“What? Who was it?”

“So far, it is a John Doe, but we think it is the kid who was in the back seat. His hands and arms are covered with blood, and he took one shot to the head.”

“Oh, my God. These guys are not fooling around.”

“Yeah, it looks like the kid killed Andre and then was disposed of before anyone could grab him. He was found on the tracks under one of the train cars. He didn’t make it into the terminal.”

“He was shot, you say?”

“Yes. Real professional. So far, no one knows anything or saw anything.”

“Makes you wonder why the French didn’t lock down the station.”

“Yeah, Larry. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. Too late for that now.”

“How about cameras. Any surveillance available?”

“Yes. Everyone who goes through passport control is photographed.”

“Well, maybe something will turn up there.”

“I wouldn’t count on it. If these guys could shoot and hide a body, it would be a no-brainer for them to stow Carolyn away somewhere in their vehicle.”

“You know they had a vehicle.”

“Well, no. It doesn’t make sense that they would be on foot-dragging a resisting victim.”

“Why didn’t the French check every vehicle leaving?”

“Another good question. They had decided to let all the cars that were in front of the blue Mercedes leave to minimize any colleterial injuries. My guess is Carolyn and her abductors were in one of the first cars to leave. The Mercedes did not move, and only after the agents saw the problem were all the other cars searched. “

“So, Carolyn and Cortez’s men are probably gone from the terminal.”

“My guess? Yes.”

“Now what?”

“I think we have to wait to hear from Cortez’s people.”

“Who are they going to call?”

“Again, I’m guessing, but I think Mr. Stennis here.”

“Me? Why would they call me?”

“With Mr. Popović in jail, I think they are smart enough to know he won’t have a phone.”

“How do they know I’m his lawyer?”

“You’ve represented him in the past, right?”

“Yes.”

“They know. You said you were going to leave. I think you should hang around to see if they call.”

“That fast? You think they will work that fast?”

“It could go either way. They might want to let Lazar know they have Carolyn and to keep his mouth shut.”

“Or?”

“They already know we are on to them and will want us to sweat a while. If we don’t hear pretty quick, you can go.”

 

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“I’m telling you Little One. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah but he knows if we’ve been naughty or nice.”
“Still worried about chewing that light on the Christmas tree?”
“Mom put a gate around the whole thing.”
“Still it’s not an offense that Santa will hold against you. I’ve been tempted to snap one of those puppies myself. Besides, the gate will protect you.”
“Thanks, Lucy.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we found out Andre was trying to start a new life. So much for that since he was found dead in the Mercedes when the train got to France. We don’t know much more than that. I see Pricilla is just getting off her cell phone. Maybe she has more information.

 

“My contact tells me the French Police searched every car on the train. Whoever took Carolyn has disappeared.”

“What about the sleeping teen in the backseat?”

“Good question, Larry. Looks like he is gone too.”

“You think there is a connection?”

“It’s almost a certainty. So far, there are no signs of a struggle.”

“Yet Andre is dead.  Any word on what killed him.”

“Um yeah. His throat was cut. Bled out in seconds.”

“So, the back seat comes into play.”

“I haven’t had a chance for a full briefing, but If I were a gambling person, I would say the kid in the back did the foul deed.”

“Where does this leave us—”

“Excuse me, detective, but I can tell you where it leaves me. My daughter has been taken, and she needs to be found.”

“Mr. Popović. We are doing everything we can.”

“Well, Ms. Thomas, this whole thing was botched from the beginning. You people have no idea what you’re dealing with. Cortez is behind this, and you are powerless.”

“I wouldn’t say that so soon, Mr. Popović?”

“Tell you what. If I could talk to Cortez, maybe this whole thing would go away.”

“Sad thing is, sir. We may think that might happen. The truth is Cortez is a cold-blooded killer and has your daughter. Mr. Stannis, could you ask your client to stand down, please. We are doing all we can.”

“I think that is good advice, Lazar. In fact, It’s time for me to go. I’m going to leave you in the care of these people. Do not say or do anything. Am I clear?”

“Yes, you are clear. Sorry for the outburst, but I’m really concerned.”

“Let me just say to both you, Mr. Stennis, and your client. If Mr. Popović would agree to testify right now, we could go and get Cortez.”

“I would, Ms. Thomas, but I know Cortez. If he has Carolyn, he’ll want to make a deal with me. If he is in jail, any deal would be off the table, and one of his cronies would harm my daughter. The only thing I have that will keep her safe is my word to Cortez that I’ll not say anything. Until Carolyn is safe, I have to be quiet.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Let’s hope the French authorities can track her down. Now that gives me an idea. I wonder if she still has her cell phone.”

“Why?”

“All she has to do is turn it on, and there is a possibility that she can be located. I need to make another call.”

“I hope she does, Ms. Thomas.”

“Yeah, Me too.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“I heard it too, Little one.”
“Think it’s Friday?”
“Pesky squirrel more likely.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Time again, and last week, we took a little breather. Pricilla and Jerry Stennis, Lazar’s lawyer, had a little conversation, which resulted in Stennis wanting to stay with Lazar until Carolyn’s status is known. After their discussion, Pricilla left to talk to her FBI counterpart. I see she is coming back, so we better get there and find out what that conversation was all about.

 

“Mr. Dunfee, could I see you outside for a moment?”

“Uh, sure, Ms. Thomas.”

“Follow me.”

“Can Andrew come too?”

“Yes, I see no reason why not.”

“Ms. Thomas?”

“Yes, Mr. Stennis.”

“Does this concern my client?”

“No, sir, it does not.”

“Thank you.”

“Excuse us for a minute.”

“Hold on, Ms. Thomas, while I get the door.”

“Gallant, Mr. Dunfee.”

“I just want to make sure it is closed.”

“Is it closed.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I said this does not concern Lazar bu it does.”

“What is it, Ms. Thomas.”

“We just got another hit on Andre Terrian, and it is not good.”

“What do you mean.”

“It looks like he was a person of interest in Corsica as the supposed leader of a kidnap for ransom scheme.”

“Corsica? That is pretty random.”

“They only used the location as a base.”

“How did they get sideways with the locals?”

“They actually had the locals in their pocket.  They were never charged and left the island.”

“This does not sound good for Carolyn.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I think Lazar made a big mistake hiring him to watch Carolyn. It looks like a couple of the kidnap victims were roughed up pretty bad.”

“How so?”

“Andre was pretty forceful in his demands and sent some pretty vicious videos of the victims getting punched around if there was any delay in payment.”

“None killed or missing?”

“No. it Looks like his MO is to scare the crap out of the parents. None of the victims were seriously hurt just looked that way on the video.”

“Well, that’s one thing.”

“Let’s hope the guys in France get to Carolyn before Andre can get away. If he does, we can almost count on some kind of ransom situation.”

“How did you get all this information on Andre anyway.”

“He had an accomplice who got caught in another situation and started to talk.”

“But no one got to Andre.”

“Nope, he disappeared. Which he is good at doing.”

“When will the train reach France.”

“I’m guessing in the next ten minutes.”

“Someone going to let us know what happens.”

“Yeah, we have agreed to a text which is much faster.”

“Good idea.”

“I’m worried, though.”

“Not a good thing to hear.”

“Not a good thing to say”

“

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“We need to get moving.”
“Why?”
“To get ready for Friday.”
“I’ll set the alarm.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we were given new worries about Andre Terrian’s behavior towards Carolyn. The question is, will he sell out to Cortez or protect Carolyn? We still have no information about the kid in the back seat. We will have to wait until the car reaches France to find out what is going on with him. The blue Mercedes with Carolyn, Andre, and the mysterious kid in the back has entered the train loading platform at Folkestone England. I think we should get back to the trooper headquarters. I see Lazar’s lawyer, Robert Stennis, has asked to talk to Pricilla.

 

“You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Stennis.”

“Yes. I’m wondering how long my client is going to be here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I have other business that needs attention, but I don’t want to leave him in a vulnerable condition.”

“So tell him not to say anything, and you can be on your way.”

“There is this little matter about holding someone without charges.”

“If it bothers you, I can get a formal indictment.”

“Would be much cleaner.”

“Then Lazar here would be eligible for bail.”

“Yes, I believe that would be true.”

“You know if he walks out of here, he is a dead man.”

“Thanks for reminding me.”

“So, what’s it going to be. An unindicted co-conspirator who is the guest of the government or a visit to the funeral home?”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Okay. Let’s do it your way. Well, keep it on the unofficial.”

“He’s booked in here on suspicion of violating federal drug laws. If you are okay with that, we can leave it here.”

“Yes. I’m okay.”

“We have a few days to get more formal, and if Carolyn is safe much longer.”

“We are on the same page, Ms. Thomas. I’ll just stay until we find out Carolyn’s status.”

“Good. We are about to order some food, so we will count you in.”

“I hope you don’t misunderstand my motives.”

“I think you care about your client. Did I misunderstand that?”

“No. You are right on point.”

“Excuse me, I need to give my FBI contact a call.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA- Hump Day

 

Twiggy and Lucy
“What are you doing Little One?”
“I thought I heard Friday out there.”
“Two more days.”
“Drat.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we learned about the driver of Carolyn’s car. It is Andre Terrian, a guy with mob ties and a ton of aliases. We also learned someone slouched in the back seat, and the FBI can’t make an identity. Pricilla is headered to the interrogation room again. She wants to ask Lazar what he knows about this Andre Terrian. I think we would all like to know too, so let’s join them in the interrogation room.

 

“So, we have identified the guy driving Carolyn’s car, Mr. Popović.”

“Who is it?”

“A guy named Terrian.”

“That would not be Andre, would it?”

“Yeah, you know him?”

“I know of him.”

“Want to explain?”

“I hired him a while ago.”

“To do what?”

“To check on Carolyn. She was hanging around with this kid from the East End, and I wanted to know what was going on.”

“Did you find out?”

“Well, I got a report that the kid decided he no longer wanted to see Carolyn.”

“Sounds strange.”

“Not really. Part of the deal was to convince him that some of Carolyn’s friends were not keen on him.”

“Carolyn’s friends?”

“Well, euphemistically speaking.”

“What happened to the kid?”

“I have no idea. All I knew was Carolyn called crying her eyes out about the loss of this boy.”

“Did Terrian say anything?”

“Nope. Just ‘mission accomplished.’ Why are you asking these questions?”

“There is a kid in the back seat of Carolyn’s car.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was.”

“What the hell? I wonder if it’s that kid.”

“Only Terrian would know. We will find out when the car gets to France.”

“Now I’m concerned.”

“What about?”

“I got Andre’s name from Cortez.”

“Oh shit. Er, Excuse me. Are you telling me that maybe Terrian is working for Cortez?”

“I pray not.”

“What would make you even think he’s not.”

“When I talked to him after the kid incident, I got the feeling he had feelings for Carolyn.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not lustful feeling more like big brother feelings.”

“How did you ascertain that?”

“He lectured me on having more involvement in Carolyn’s everyday life. He had shadowed her for a month, and I just think he became interested in her welfare.”

“So you don’t think he would sell out to Cortez.”

“In my heart? No.”

“I hope you are right, Mr. Popović. I hope you are right. What about you, Larry? You think he sold out?”

“Without a doubt. These organized crime thugs would sell their own mother for a buck. What do you think, Andrew?”

“I’m going with Lazar’s gut here. I think the big oaf fell for the pretty American, and he’s going to protect her.”

“I prefer Andrew’s take on it.”

“I do too, Mr. Popović. Let’s hope Mr. Cummings is right.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Hump Day

 

“Twiggy, what are you doing?”
“Keeping my mind off Friday. I’m smelling the roses.”
“Great idea. Those are snapdragons though.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day, and last week, we learned the plan to have American agents pick up Carolyn from the French and take her back to. The US in a private airplane. The question came up about the identity of the driver who was taking Carolyn to Paris. Pricilla asked her contact in the FBI if it was possible to ID the driver. The contact indicated that a satellite pass was coming up and would get back to her. I see her zoom call with her contact has begun. We better get back.

“Thomas here, Winters. What have we got?”

“We did get a shot of the driver, and we are running his image through the facial rec software.”

“How long?”

“A matter of minutes if this guy has a record. If no record, then almost impossible.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m secretly hoping he is clean.”

“For Ms. Popović’s sake, I hope so too. Uh oh. I just got the info. Let me look at it a second.”

“That does not sound good.”

“Hmmm.”

“What does hmmm mean?”

“We have a problem.”

“Tell me.”

“It looks like the guy driving the car is one Andre Terrian with several AKA monikers. Long story short, he is a thug with ties to organized crime.”

“Any outstanding warrants?”

“No, unfortunately. Otherwise, the authorities could pick him up.”

“Couldn’t we call it suspicion of kidnapping of Carolyn?”

“There’s no evidence, and if Carolyn hired him, we would all end up with international egg on our face.”

“But we would have Carolyn.”

“Don’t forget the French Police Nationale are going to grab her anyway.”

“Yea, I got a little carried away. Do you think this thug intends on following Carolyn’s orders or is maybe working for Cortez?”

“There is no record here of Terrian being associated with Cortez. He’s pretty much a French thug.”

“it still makes me uncomfortable.”

“I know what you mean. Once they get off that train at Coquilles, we will all breathe better.”

“So, the train trip is about how long?”

“About 35 minutes.”

“And she is how far from Coquilles.”

“About thirty minutes.”

“your guys are how far from landing?”

“Two hours.”

“So, the French will have to hold her for at least an hour and a half or more if there are delays in the arrival of your guys.”

“That seems right.”

“That is not too long a time. Maybe nothing will go wrong.”

“Knock wood.”

“Yeah. You said it. If you hear anything more, let me know.”

“Well, there is just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“There is a guy in the backseat as well.”

“What?”

“We can’t get a good look at him.  He is all slouched down. Looks like he is taking a nap.”

“Just swell.”

“We’ll keep trying, but I don’t think this means too much.”

“How so?”

“The guy in the back is dressed like a college kid. At least that’s the overall impression. I’ll bet it is a boyfriend.”

“I think I need to ask Popović’ about what he knows about Terrian and a boyfriend.”

“Good luck. Winter out.”

“Yeah, good luck indeed.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“Think we ought to get up?”
“It’s Wednesday. Give me a reason.”
“See you Friday.”

It is Wednesday Story Day time again, and last week, we learned where Carolyn is probably heading when she gets to France. We also learned that probably Cortez’s men won’t know where she is heading but could grab her during the three- and one-half hour drive between the Chunnel exit at Coquilles and Paris where she is headed. An idea came to Pricilla that if Somner could give up her French passport name, Carolyn could be grabbed while on the train to Paris. I see she is coming back into the room. Let’s get over there. Maybe she has a name.

 

“I have some bad news.”

“Somner, wouldn’t give you the name?”

“It’s worse than that. He died.”

“On no. There goes the last chance to locate my Carolyn.”

“There is a glimmer of hope.”

“What is that?”

“I just got off the phone with the FBI. After I explained the situation, one of their techies took it upon himself to locate the car Carolyn was riding in. He thinks he found it. With some high-resolution photos and facial rec software, he thinks they are in a blue Mercedes.”

“Is he sure?”

“Pretty sure. The important thing is we can have some folks at Coquilles detain the car and make sure. If it is her, then we will take her.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“They can check each car as it leaves. But the techie thinks he is most certain.”

“So, If it took a satellite and high res photos to locate her, what makes you think Cortez will be successful too?”

“He can do the same low-tech check at Coquilles as we will if the person in the blue Mercedes is not Carolyn.”

“So, it is a race to the finish.”

“In a matter of speaking, Mr. Popović.”

“I have a question.”

“Certainly, Mr. Dunfee.”

“Mr. Popović. Does the name Sandusky mean anything to you?”

“Um, yeah, my sister married a guy named Sandusky.”

“Is she still married to him?”

“Naw, he died of a heart attack ten years ago.”

“Never heard Cortez mention Sandusky?”

“I can’t remember.”

“How about the names Janis Rafferty or Ned Dixon?”

“Now, those names I’ve heard before.”

“Where?”

“Not sure. Might have been in one of the phone calls. I have heard of Alexis Rafferty, though. He worked for Cortez.”

“This is making me and countless others happy, Mr. Popović.”

“Of course, until my Carolyn is safe, I can’t give you any more information.”

“I understand. I don’t have any more questions. Thank you, Ms. Thomas.”

“I hope we will be able to shed some light on your case. In the meantime, we need to concentrate on Carolyn.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“Lucy is that Friday?”
“MMFF. Uh, No, Little One that’s Wednesday.”
“Noisy thing isn’t it.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week, we learned a guy named Somner who made the ID’s for Carolyn was beaten pretty badly. Chances are he gave the identity names to Cortez’s men. If so, Cortez will hunt Carolyn down and take her for insurance against Lazar talking. Now it is a race to see who can find Carolyn first, Cortez, or our side. There is some more discussion going on with Lazar. I think Larry has asked him a question. Let’s go and find out what they are talking about.

 

“I’m sorry my mind was a million miles away. Could you repeat the question, detective?”

“Sure, Lazar. What I asked was do you know of any place in France where Carolyn might be heading?”

“That’s a good question. Let me think a second. I remember in high school, there was an exchange student from France. He and Carolyn were pretty good friends.”

“Do you know where he lived?”

“Oh, yeah, he was at our house several times. He was really a nice kid. He and his family lived in Paris.”

“Do you have a name?”

“Sure. His name was Pablo.”

“And he was French?”

“Yeah. He always got asked the same question. His parents named him after Picasso.”

“How about their names or address?”

“I have all that in my phone. His parent came for a visit and stayed with us.”

“Pricilla. I think we may have a lead here.”

“Yes, Larry. Thanks for the help. So here’s your phone Mr. Popović. Get the address, and we will have some people go there to protect that family.”

“What do you mean to protect?”

“I’m sure Cortez will be paying them a visit as well.”

“How will he know she is going there?”

“My guess is he will have someone bribe someone in the passport control office to give him the address.”

“How will the passport control office get the address?”

“Don’t arrivals fill out a form with the address where they are going to be staying?”

“She has a French passport and is, therefore, looks to be a citizen. She won’t have to do anything.”

“Well, there goes that theory. I still think getting some folks over there will at least allow us to get Carolyn. Who knows? Maybe Cortez’s men will be following her so we can prevent a grab there.”

“There is another concern Ms. Thomas.”

“What is that, Mr. Popović?”

“It is a three and one half-hour drive from Coquelles where the Chunnel terminates in France to Paris. Cortez’s men could grab her anywhere along that route.”

“Goodness. We have to get her on the train as it arrives in France.”

“Can you do that?”

“If the stars align and if we can get Somner to tell us the name on the French Passport.”

“If he can’t tell us?”

“Then, we need a miracle.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“What are you doing?”
“The grass itch only on the rug.”
“Woo boy. Does Mom know about this?”
“Hump Day secret.”
“I’ll bet”

It is Wednesday Story Day, and last week, we learned that Carolyn is probably headed for the Chunnel to go into France. We also learned that she has papers for at least six identities, so the idea of intercepting her before the trip to France looks doubtful. Lazar did not tell anyone about Carolyn’s ability to virtually disappear does not sit well with Pricilla. In all likelihood, if Carolyn is not in protective custody, Lazar won’t testify against Cortez, and Pricilla won’t have a case. So Lazar is destined for prison unless something can be done. Let’s return to the State Patrol headquarters to see what the next steps will be.

 

“You realize there is no way we can protect Carolyn if we can’t find her.”

“I do understand that. I also understand Cortez won’t be able to find her either.”

“So would you be willing to testify against him?”

“No. Sorry. You see, I have all the cards. My daughter is safe, and the only thing I have to do is serve the rest of my life in jail.”

“You want to do that?”

“It’s not a matter of want. It’s what I have to do. Even if you were able to find Carolyn and put her into protective custody, there is no guarantee Cortez or his minions won’t find us.”

“Nothing is ever one-hundred percent, Lazar.”

“Not testifying and Carolyn hidden gets me real close to that target, Pricilla.”

“You realize that Cortez can still get to you in prison.”

“Yes, but that is a small price to pay. Besides, why would Cortez want to get me if I’ve kept his information secure.”

“Maybe he won’t believe that you have.”

“Well, no matter. Carolyn will be safe, and that’s all that matters.”

“Lazar.”

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“You know a guy named Somner?”

“W-why do you ask?”

“We got a call about a disturbance, and when our people got there, they found Somner tied up and beaten to a pulp.”

“Why are you asking me?”

“He kept mumbling your name. You want to let us in on this game before someone gets hurt?”

“Did he say anything else?”

“No, he was in too bad a shape. I think he was interrogated by someone.”

“I can just imagine.”

“So, who is this guy?”

“He is a forger and made all the IDs for Carolyn.”

“Well, that’s not good.”

“You have no idea, Lieutenant. If he gave Cortez’ men the names on the IDs, they would be able to find her.”

“That raises the stakes again, Lazar.”

“I know Pricilla. I know. I guess we will have to try and find her after all.”

“If you fully co-operate and knock off the stories, maybe we can do that.”

“You have my word Pricilla no more stories.”

“Call me, Ms. Thomas. The first name crap is over.”

“Yes, Ms. Thomas.”