CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
When Kate was sure that DeMarco had occupied the lawyer with a few poor policemen, she entered the interrogation room. Jennifer sat up straight in her chair behind the basic interrogation table. She looked like a tiger had entered the room, not a fifty-six-year-old woman. She looked beyond Kate, to the door as it closed, as if hoping someone else would be entering as well.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jennifer asked.
“I don’t like leaving loose ends untied. Also, I thought I’d give you a proper thank-you for filing that complaint to my boss. That made my day a lot more pleasant.”
“Did you think I was bluffing?” Jennifer asked.
Kate sat down in the other chair across the table from Jennifer. “Oh, no. I’m beginning to understand that you aren’t the sort of wo
