“We’ll go back to your place. We’ve got to make plans,” I said, lighting a cigarette and trying to control my trembling hands. I was cold with rage. “I’ll get her out of there. I don’t care how tough it is. I’ll get her out.”
“You’ll never do it,” Tim said. “They’ll guess that’s what you’ll try to do, and they’ll be ready for you.”
“You don’t think I’m going to leave that kid in their hands, do you?” I said, glaring at him. “I’ve got to get her out.”
He nodded. “I can see that,” he said, “but I don’t figure how you’re going to do it.”
I snapped my fingers. “Know a good lawyer?”
“Jed would know.”
“She’s got to be represented. They can’t keep a lawyer out. I’ll call Jed when we get back. Step on it for God’s sake.”
I put a call through to Davis as soon as I reached Tim’s place. Tim and Hetty hung around waiting.
Davis came on the line.
“They’ve got her,” I told him. “They were tipped off by one of the rats who helped provision the boat. There’s a reward for her and he sold her out. They worked on her, and she’s signed a statement. I want a lawyer to represent her. Can you fix it.”