back at the building, unable to believe what he was about to do. No buses arrived in the few minutes he had waited, so he walked home. On his way, he phoned David, but it went to voice mail. He would keep trying.
Chapter 10
Meaghan sat alone in one of the interview rooms at the police station. The nurse had cleared her, and given her some fluids to rehydrate. Everything else was okay. Except that now, looking at her hands, they were shaking. When she had seen Chase, it was easy enough for her to push away all the fear she felt. Alone—all the fear came back to the surface.
She didn’t know how to deal with it. She had been held against her will for an entire night. It wasn’t even believable. The whole situation felt like something she would read in the news, or see in a movie. Now she was living someone’s underworld life.
One of the officers with Chase entered her room.
“Hello Ms. Connors,” he said. “I’m Special Agent Franks.”
“Hello,” she mustered.
“You’re safe now. I’ll be working with the SDPD and my FBI team to keep you safe.”
“Thank you. Can I see Chase again?”
“Not at the moment. He’s helping us with something important, but you’ll see him soon.”
“Alright. Is there something you need from me?”
“Yes. Here’s what will happen. You’ll give your statement on what happened last night. After that, you’ll leave with two of our officers, who will take you to a hotel just outside San Diego. You’ll stay there for tonight. And tomorrow, Chase will meet with you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Ma’am, your boyfriend agreed to get us some information. In exchange, we won’t press charged against him, and we’ll put the two of you into WitSec. That’s the short form of what we call witness protection. It’s for your safety.”
“What about our apartment, and our things? What about school?”
“You were kidnapped. And this group of criminals won’t hesitate to go further if they know Chase is helping us. You won’t be safe unless you both get into WitSec.”
“We can’t call our family, can we?”
“I’m afraid not. Not for a while.”
Meaghan sat silently, trying to let it sink in.
“Do you feel comfortable enough to give your statement?” Agent Franks asked after a few minutes.
“I think so.”
“Okay. I’ll get one of the SDPD officers to come in. By the way, I’m sure the nurse asked, but did Jeff Brewer do anything to hurt you—physically?”
“No, but I had to cut him to get away. I used a broken wine bottle. He’s probably bleeding badly.”
“Well, good for you,” he said. “You did what you had to.”
“Is he going to be arrested?”
“Based on your statement, he will probably be charged with forcible confinement and kidnapping. We won’t go after him right away. We don’t want to do anything to have his people change what they’ve planned for the chop shop over the next few days.”
“Okay. Will someone be able to get my things from the restaurant? I left my purse and ID.”
“No. It’s actually better that you left it behind. The less you take, the harder it will be for them to track you down.”
“That reminds me,” she said, reaching into her jeans pocket. “I have this for you. I don’t know if it’s going to be of any use.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Jeff Brewer’s phone. I grabbed it when I cut him with the broken bottle.”
“We’ll have a look. If we find anything we’ll let you know.” He looked around when the other officer walked in.
“Hello Ms. Connors. I’m Detective Beams. I’ll be taking your statement before Special Agent Franks and his team get you to safety.”
“Thanks.”
“Can I offer you some coffee?”
“Sure.” She answered.
Agent Franks got up and excused himself to speak with someone. Detective Beams looked over at her, and left the room as well. He returned with a blanket and a cup of coffee.
“You must be cold,” he said, placing the cup on the