“Yes,” she said. “Maybe they’re holding him for me.”
“You think?”
“Can I use the phone?”
“Sure.” He handed it to her.
“How do I get information?”
“Dial four-one-one, just like on the ground.”
She did that and got the number of the FBI office in New York and was connected. “Special Agent Grant Harrison,” she said to the operator.
“Just a moment. I’ll see if he is in the office. Who’s calling, please?”
“Chief Holly Barker of the Orchid Beach, Florida, Police Department.”
Half a minute later, Grant came on the line. “Holly?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Where are you? What’s that noise?”
“I’m in an airplane between New York and Florida.”
“There’s good news: We made our bust last night.”
“I saw it on television this morning. Where’s Trini Rodriguez now?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not?”
“Trini has been given immunity from prosecution for his cooperation, and he’s back in the Witness Protection Program.”
Holly turned red. “Grant, you can’t give somebody immunity from multiple state murder charges.”
“He has immunity from all federal charges.”
“I have a warrant for his arrest on twelve counts of murder one, resulting from the bombing at the church.”
“I understand that, but I can’t tell you where he is.”
“So, by hiding him, you’re effectively giving him immunity from state charges?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way, but you can characterize it as you wish.”
“This really stinks, Grant.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Holly. This operation was vital to national security, and we couldn’t have pulled it off without Trini’s help. Listen, I’m headed back to Miami later today. You want to get together this weekend?”
“No, I don’t. Not this weekend or ever again.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I was hoping we could . . .”
“I’m afraid that, from now on, you’re going to have to do that to yourself,” she said, and hung up. She turned to Stone. “You heard?”
Stone nodded. “Not good.”