A couple of hours later, Lorcan finished putting together some listening devices.
“We need to hear Madeline’s conversation with Ciaran tonight,” Lorcan said.
“More listening in. More interference. We got Jo tortured, Lorcan.” Orla’s eyes welled up again.
“We don’t know that.”
“You want to watch video footage as well?”
“That’s not helpful, Orla. We can’t take back what happened. The more information we can find, the more we can help Madeline . . . and get Jo back safely.”
“I’m not even sure I’d give her to the client now,” Orla sobbed.
“Let’s think about that later. Right now, we need more ears on Madeline.”
“I don’t think we’ll get to listen in tonight. The recorder is in her light backpack. No girl is taking a backpack to a dinner date.”
“Dinner date?”
“Well, I told you that you
