"Bring her in, grill her," Foster said, still looking over his notes.

"She's told us everything she knows."

His look said, Has she? He said, "If she's afraid, maybe she's withholding."

"She got unafraid when I told her we'd relocate her temporarily, get her into one of our safe houses."

She saw Overby stiffen. She hadn't shared this with him. Keeping witnesses alive was expensive.

Budget issues...

Foster shrugged. "Get the descrip out on the wire. ASAP."

"It is," Dance said. Every cop and government official on the Peninsula and in neighboring counties had the information this witness Annette had relayed. "She had no facial description; the light was too dim and she was too far away."

"Get it to the news too," Foster said.

"No," Dance said.

He looked up from beneath impressive brows.

Carol Allerton lifted an eyebrow, inquiring about the topic of conversation. Dance briefed her.

Foster reiterated, "On the news. Go broad."

Overby said, "We were debating that."

"What's to debate?" Foster asked.

Allerton said, "He hears, he vanishes."

Gomez offered, "Yeah, what I'd do. He rabbits. He dyes his hair. Tosses the jacket, switches to pink Ray-Bans."

Foster to Dance: "Did this witness of yours think he tipped to her?"

"No. The wit's positive he didn't see her."

"So he's still walking around and probably still wearing the same clothes. The green jacket and all that. A thousand people could've seen him. Maybe the clerk in his hotel, or his dry cleaner if he's local. It's standard operating procedure in my cases."

Overby trod the tightrope. "Pluses and minuses on both sides."

"I'd vote no," Gomez said. Allerton nodded her agreement.

Dance turned to Overby. Her gaze lasered him briefly.

After a moment, eyes on the well-examined linoleum floor, he said, "We'll keep it private for the time being. No releasing the details to the media."

Well, score one for us, Dance thought and made an effort not to reveal her surprise.

Chapter 15

Mom, Donnie's got a, you know, a question."

Dance, thinking: You know. But she rarely corrected the children in front of anyone. She'd give a gentle chide later. She cocked her head to her son, lean and fair-haired. Nearly as tall as she.

"Sure. What?"

Donnie Verso, a dark-haired thirteen-year-old in Wes's class, looked her in the eye. "Well, I'm not sure what to call you."

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