“Do they have him?” Beattie shouted.
I nodded. “He’s fine, though.” I hoped I was right. “They want to meet tomorrow.” I relayed the rest of the demands. “I guess we know what’s next now.”
Aaran nodded. “We can go have breakfast at the coffee shop and leave word,” he said. “Maybe they’ll provide some protection, just for the meeting, without being obvious.”
I sighed. “I hope so.” A quick search told me that the location Weber had given me was in a small park just a few blocks away. “At least we’re meeting in the open. They can have the police keep an eye on us.”
“Speaking of which,” Adaire said, “Do you think we should have told Officer Jonsdottir?”
Aaran shook his head. “We were definitely being watched, and my guess is she knows the situation. She seems to be quite the savvy lass.”
