Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) - Karen Rose Page 0,217

phone records?”

“Because back when Waylon would contact Park, when Marcia was still in Eden, there were no cell phones. If Park is still doing business for Pastor—”

“That’s a big ‘if,’ ” Croft interrupted.

“Agreed,” Tom allowed. “However, we know that Pastor has a cell phone now, because Amos saw him talking on it before he escaped Eden. If Park is still doing Pastor’s bidding, I think Pastor would be making his own calls. Regardless, though, someone made two transfers from Eden’s offshore accounts to pay for Pastor’s care at Sunnyside.”

“You’re right. If Park’s involved, he would have received the phone call sometime late Wednesday or early Thursday. But that’s not going to be enough for a warrant.”

“I’m hoping we can goad him into giving us enough for one. We know where Pastor is right now. So does Park. We can tell Park we have Pastor in custody and he’s claiming that Park has been giving him financial advice without a license. That’s an issue with the SEC.”

“Especially since he’s already served time. And if he has records of Pastor’s offshore activity, we can charge him with perpetrating fraud on his congregation and illegally profiting from the sale of drugs. It’s always the money, isn’t it?”

“It’s an adage for a reason,” Tom said, “but I’m more interested in tracing his phone calls. If Pastor’s called him recently, it could be a way to pinpoint Eden’s current location.”

“Even better. Okay, let’s do this.” She texted Raeburn to let him know they were getting started. “Raeburn’s going to witness,” she explained.

“Before we go in there, have you got any updates on Kowalski or his wife and kids?”

Croft sighed. “We found Angelina’s Jag. It was valeted at San Francisco airport. She boarded a flight to Paris last night—her, Tony, the two-year-old, and their dog. Big Rottweiler named Lucky. Paris police put a cruiser outside the town house she’s renting.”

“But Kowalski didn’t join her?”

“Nope. He’s still in the wind. Part of me is glad that she’s okay. Most of me thinks that she benefited financially from her husband’s crimes and should be punished.”

“I may be a little biased on that front,” Tom admitted. “My father was a murderer, but my mom didn’t know. She just wanted to get out because he was beating her—and me. She tried to tell people about the abuse, but no one believed her. So maybe, once we’ve closed this case against DJ and Pastor, we find out what Angelina knew.”

“Raeburn’s already got someone doing the digging, but you’re right. We need to focus on Pastor and DJ right now.”

Raeburn entered, quickly closing the door to keep the light out. “You two have a plan?”

“We do,” Croft said.

“Then go.”

Daniel Park looked up when they entered. “It’s about time,” he said impatiently. “I came when you asked. The least you can do is respect my time.”

“Our apologies, sir,” Croft said dutifully. “I’m working on getting an updated statement from the victim, so we’re not ready to discuss the assault.”

Park was furious. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ll have your badge numbers. Now.”

Tom just looked at him without saying anything for long seconds until Park’s fury became discomfort. Then wariness.

“What’s this about?” Park asked.

“Benton Travis,” Tom said.

Park stiffened, fear flickering in his eyes. “I don’t know who that is.”

“It has been a while,” Tom allowed. “Way back in your Terminal Island days.”

Park scowled. “I served my time.”

Tom smiled. “And you’re still serving Benton Travis.”

“This is ridiculous. You can’t hold me here.” He started to get up.

“He says differently,” Tom said blandly, and Park blanched.

“That’s a lie. He wouldn’t.”

“How would you know?” Croft asked curiously. “You don’t remember him.”

Park lowered himself back to his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He said nothing.

“We talked to him this morning,” Tom went on. “You know, at Sunnyside Oaks. Fancy place. He’s getting good care there, by the way. In case you’re interested.”

Park had paled. “You’re lying.”

“Call him yourself and ask him,” Tom challenged, knowing Park would do no such thing. To do so would be to admit that he was still in a business relationship with a wanted man.

“Have you arrested him yet?” Park demanded.

Tom chuckled at his expression. The man had realized he was damned if he did acknowledge Pastor and damned if he didn’t, because Pastor had—allegedly—rolled on him.

“We will be arresting him,” Tom promised. “We agreed to allow him to finish his convalescence at Sunnyside Oaks before we took him into custody if he gave us names. Yours was one of those