“You told him it wasn’t Josh.”

“I told him I couldn’t be certain, but that I didn’t think so.”

“He pressured you to tell him who it was.”

“That’s right. He wanted me to admit that it was Josh.”

“Why? Why was Kinnard so hip to connect with your brother?”

“He thought Josh might pay more to keep me alive than Panella was paying to have me killed.”

“More than two million?” Joe asked.

“Mr. Kinnard is convinced that Josh has the stolen money, not Panella. I tried to disabuse him of that.”

“But his intention was to bargain with Josh for your life?”

“Yes. But he never got the opportunity.”

“Josh didn’t answer Kinnard’s calls.”

“No one did. And for the hundredth time, I don’t know that it was Josh.”

Joe looked over at Hick before coming back to her. “Why don’t you simply tell us where he is, Ms. Bennett?”

“Where Josh is? I don’t know!”

“Not Josh. Tell us where to find Billy Panella.”

“Panella? I have no earthly idea.”

It wasn’t until that moment that she became aware that they had pulled under the porte cochere of a downtown hotel. She looked at the two of them with bewilderment.

“What’s this? Why are we here?”

“We took the liberty of booking you a room.”

“Why?”

“So you can get cleaned up, rest, sleep, have a couple good meals, take it easy. We’ll need to interview you again tomorrow.”

She looked at Joe, then over at Hick, then back at him, now less puzzled than wary. “I have a small apartment attached to my office at Extravaganza for when I stay over. I thought that’s where you were taking me.”

“Extravaganza has media camped around it in a quarter-mile radius. So does your house in Tobias. Staying here will be hassle free. You’ll have room service. It’s closer to our office where we’ll reconvene first thing. A female marshal is bringing you some clothes from your Tobias house. In fact—” Joe checked his wristwatch “—she should be waiting for you in your room.”

“I’ll go check.” Hick got out, showed his badge to the doorman and asked him to leave the car where it was for the time being.

Joe reached for his door handle, but Jordie Bennett stayed him. “Wait a minute. What’s this really about?”

“I told you—”

“You told me a great lot of nothing. Are you placing me under house arrest?”

“What? No,” he said, and realized how phony he sounded. “This is strictly a precaution, meant for your protection.”

“From what?”

“The media.”

She looked at him with disgust and a shade of disappointment. “I know how to handle the media. Try again.”

“You and my wife,” he mumbled. “She sees through me, too.”

His folksiness didn’t impress or faze her. She kept glaring at him, demanding a no-bullshit answer.

He surrendered with a sigh. “I heard from your brother.”

“What?” She exhaled so hard that her chest went a little concave. “When?”

“Last night. He called me directly on my cell phone while I was beating the bushes—literally—looking for him.” He explained the circumstances. “This was before Morrow summoned me to deal with Kinnard and your rescue.”

“Where was Josh? Was he all right? What did he say?”

“Well, he didn’t give himself up. Last he was seen, he was on foot. This morning they brought in track dogs to try and pick up a trail.”

“Dogs?” she asked in horror.

“He’s a fugitive, Ms. Bennett. Thumbed his nose at me. Told me we should give up looking for him. Swore we’d never catch him and that he’d never surrender. But he’s still trying to cut deals. This one? If I would guarantee your safe return, he would give me Panella’s last known whereabouts.”

“He’s known all this time and has been keeping—”

“That surprises you?”

“If he knew, why’s he held back?”

“Because he’s a felon. He hasn’t been convicted of his alleged crimes yet, but you and I both know that he’s a damn crook. He’s an even better liar and manipulator.”

She didn’t defend or argue those charges, so Joe continued. “All along I’ve figured Josh was holding a few aces, so that if and when he got in a tight squeeze—which your abduction was—he’d have something to play. He pulled one out of his sleeve last night.”

“What did you play? You couldn’t guarantee my safe return.”

“No, I couldn’t. Honestly? At that point in time, I thought you were probably dead already and your body sunk in a swamp somewhere. I told Josh that. The only guarantee I could give him was to do my best to find you, dead or alive, and I promised to keep at it until you were either rescued or your remains recovered. He hemmed and hawed. Waffled. You know how he is. Eventually, he took the deal.”

“He told you where Panella is?”

“He claims not to know that, but he told me where Panella was headed when he took off. Costa Rica.”

Joe watched her for a reaction, and when she didn’t register so much as a blink, he went on. “It was to be only his first jumping-off spot on his way to South America, according to Josh, who said he knows this because his last official duty while in Panella’s employ was to wire some walking-around money to a bank down there.”

“At least you’ll know where to start looking for him.”

“We’ve already started. What we’ve turned up so far?” He rubbed his brow as though it pained him to tell her what he must. “The only time on record that Billy Panella was in Costa Rica was about a month before we busted open his scam. He spent a long weekend at a swank resort outside of San Jose.” He lowered his hand and looked at her directly. “With you.”

Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Eventually she closed them.

Joe gave her a ten count to see if she would deny it, qualify it, something. When she didn’t, he got out, opened the backseat door, and reached in to take her arm. “Till we get to the bottom of this, you’re registered here under the name of Ms. Jones, and your roommate is a federal marshal named Gwen.”