Klempner drums finger on the tabletop. “Kidnappers intent on ransom don't generally make their demands hard to find. Tracing the demands, yes. Finding them, no.”
“I suppose... His eyes slide to Beth. “… you have also been looking at any Haswell post or messages? Personal? Company stuff? Just in case they did take the wrong woman. You are, after all, the one with the deepest pockets.”
“Of course I have,” snaps Richard. “Elizabeth is an obvious ransom target. Much more so than Charlotte. But there's still no demand.”
Mitch rises from her seat. “Larry, you look done in. And you’re still cold. Would you like something to eat while you're doing this? And some more coffee?”
“Yes, I would.” He shivers again. “And you're right. I'm dead on my feet. I could do with some fuel while I get my head
