Chapter Thirty-Two
Chief
“Do you see her?” I asked, speaking into my cell in hushed tones. “I’m talking about the blonde woman seated at the bus stop?”
“Yes,” said the investigative reporter. “You’re talking about the blonde woman wearing the white scarf?”
I had called the television station earlier that day, per the orders from Douglas. How he came up with the numbers for the direct lines to the most ambitious newsmen, I didn’t know, but he did. In calling them, I had bypassed their assistants, just as Douglas’ instructions had promised. Speaking to them in an urgent tone, I had told them that my sister and I had confidential information on the Blink Burglaries. The secrets, however, were time-sensitive, and that unless they were used right away we would give them to somebody else. Th
