told and what she wants for her silence.”
“Blackmail.” Jack shook his head. “I don’t like anything about this.”
“I think you’ve already made that abundantly clear,” Denny said. “But like I told you. Karen will be protected. We’re going to wire her for sound. We’ll be able to hear her as well as talk to her all the time it’s going down. She will stay a safe distance away, under wraps. All she has to do is say, ‘It’s him,’ and we move in. Simple.”
These kinds of things were never that simple. “What if he hangs back looking for her, hoping for an opening with a high-caliber rifle?”
“Look, Jack, I hate to pull rank on you, but you’re interfering in my investigation. I’m asking you to stay out of it. If you don’t—”
“I want him there,” Karen said.
They both turned to look at her. Jack had almost forgotten she was there. He suspected Denny had, as well. But Jack hadn’t forgotten that she hadn’t wanted to lean on him. What had changed?
“I want Jack at the meeting,” she repeated. “If it’s what he wants.”
Jack smiled. “Nothing would have kept me away, anyway.”
Denny raked a hand through his dark hair. “He’s off duty, the same as a civilian, Karen. He has no business or authority—”
“If he’s not there, I won’t be, either,” she said, getting to her feet.
Denny’s jaw tensed. He studied her for a moment, then gave her one of his killer smiles. “This is your show, sweetheart.”
FROM HER BIRD’S-EYE VIEW, Karen glanced at the small Mexican food restaurant across the street and tried to still the butterflies as big as vultures circling in her stomach.
“How are you doing?” Jack asked softly into her earpiece.
Jack had left to take his position somewhere down on the street soon after she’d been wired. He’d said he wanted to check out the equipment. Karen knew he had to keep his distance because of his probation. But she also suspected it was more than that. He would want to position himself where he could stop this stakeout if he felt he needed to.
Denny stood nearby looking out the same window, at the same café, waiting, just like her.
“Fine,” she said.
“It’s not too late to back out,” Jack said quietly.
Denny looked over at her and shook his head. “Guy just doesn’t quit, does he?”
“I’m fine,” she repeated. “Let’s just hope this is the one.” She tried to still the trembling in her hands as she studied the diners at the café through the high-powered binoculars. She wasn’t looking forward to doing this again tonight if this wasn’t the right man.
The café was small, with just a few tables inside and a half-dozen patio tables with umbrellas outside. Right now, most of the tables were filled.
Denny glanced at his watch. “Twelve noon. Do you see anyone who looks even vaguely familiar?”
She shook her head. She’d been watching the café since a quarter after eleven but she hadn’t seen anyone who looked familiar. The place was busy, but no man came in alone, waiting for her.
“I’m going down there,” Denny said. “Let us know if you see anyone who could be the guy.”
She nodded and continued to scan the tables through the binoculars. Another five minutes passed. “Maybe he’s not going to show,” she said, then realized a half-dozen cops were listening to her.
Every woman’s dream to have that many men hanging on her every word. The lame thought made her realize how scared she was. How nuts this was making her. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe putting an ad in the paper had been a fool idea. What killer in his right mind would—
She suddenly noticed a table at the back, inside the building. Moments before the table had emptied out. But now she could see a man sitting alone with his back to her.
“I see someone,” she said.
“Is it him?” Denny asked. “Where is he sitting?”
She focused the binoculars on the lone man. But between the sun’s glare off the windows and one of the umbrellas on a table outside flapping in the breeze, her view was obstructed.
“I can’t tell from here,” she answered, still straining to get a clear view of him. “He’s in the far back.”
Karen waited to see if anyone joined him. He did appear to be expecting someone. Her?
She hesitated a moment longer. “I’m going down to get a closer look.”
“Negative,” Jack snapped. “Stay there. Wait for him to move.”
Karen watched the man a few moments longer through the binoculars. She knew