I had a feeling that closing things up was not on the day’s agenda, but I just stood and said, “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
64
After all that Cassandra had been through, Lien-hua hadn’t wanted her to see the bruise on her thigh, so she changed into jeans before we left the hotel.
When we arrived at the hospital, Cassandra’s doctors told us that the police hadn’t been able to contact any of Austin Hunter’s relatives, but that she was packing to go and they didn’t want her to leave before someone told her about Austin’s death. A severe-looking nurse standing beside a gurney informed us that she was on her way to the room to tell Cassandra the news right now.
When I was a detective in Milwaukee, I’d had to tell people this kind of news all too often. It’s not something I enjoy, but at least it’s something I have experience with. “No,” I told the nurse.
“I’ll do it. I was there. I know the circumstances surrounding the shooting.”
The doctors agreed, and the nurse looked relieved as she led us to Cassandra’s room.
On the way, Lien-hua touched my shoulder lightly. “Let me tell her the news. I was the last person Austin spoke to. She needs to know he died thinking of her. I’d like to be the one to give her the news. I’m a woman. It’ll be better coming from me.”
Maybe Lien-hua was right. “OK,” I said. “Just let me ask her a couple questions before you tell her.”
A few minutes later we knocked on Cassandra’s door, and when she called for us to enter, I saw that she was already gathering her things together to leave. Maria, her co-worker from the aquarium, was standing beside her and must have brought her some clothes, because an overnight bag lay by the windowsill and Cassandra was wearing jeans, flip-flops, and a beige blouse instead of the red dress. Maria’s face held a mixture of both anxiety and relief. I assumed she was relieved that Cassandra was OK, and probably anxious because Lien-hua and I had shown up.
We introduced ourselves to Cassandra, and as we did, I noted that she was about five-eleven, just as I’d guessed. I asked her how she was doing.
Still distracted with her packing, Cassandra said, “I spent twelve hours chained to the bottom of a tank that was filling with water.”
Her voice was cold and distant, as if she were speaking to us from another place. “I almost drowned. How do you think I’m doing?”
“Cassandra,” Lien-hua said softly. “We were there with you last night. Do you remember us?”
She looked at us closely then, for the first time. “Of course, I
… You broke the tank, didn’t you?”
Lien-hua nodded.
At that, Cassandra let out a heavy breath. “Oh. Thanks. I’m sorry
… I didn’t… I didn’t recognize you at first. I thought you were just a couple more cops. Really, thanks for saving me.”
“You’re welcome,” Lien-hua said.
“I mean it.”
“Cassandra,” I said, “I’m wondering if we could talk with you for a few minutes. We won’t be long, I promise.”
She tossed her hospital gown onto the bed. “I really need to get going.”
“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” I said.
“Maybe later. In a couple days. A week or something.”
“Please,” said Lien-hua. “It’ll be helpful in building a case against your abductors.”
Cassandra hesitated for a moment and then spoke to Maria. “Um, can you go get me a Coke or something? Just give us a couple minutes, OK? Thanks.”
Maria looked as if she were about to say something, but swallowed her concern and stepped quietly past us into the hall. I closed the door behind her.
As soon as Maria was gone, Cassandra said softly, “So, you got him, right?” Her throat constricted, her voice wavered. “I mean, you caught the guy who put me in there, didn’t you?”
“We apprehended a man at the warehouse,” I said. “Yes, he’s in custody now.”
“So, good. You got him. He’s in jail?”
The man we had in custody was innocent until proven guilty, but that’s not what Cassandra needed to hear at the moment. “The police are talking with him today, and we’re in the process of gathering more evidence,” I explained. In light of the news we needed to give her about Austin’s death, I decided to keep my questions focused on her abduction rather than her possible involvement in starting the earlier files. “That man, had you ever seen him before?”
She shook her head.
“And why did you go to the aquarium so early?”
“I’d stopped by to grab some things.” She paused to shake her head. “I guess he must have drugged me. I don’t really remember.
One of the officers told me it was a dart. The guy shot me with a dart. Can you believe that?”
“Did he ever mention any kind of device?”
She thought for a quiet moment. “Yeah, I guess he did talk about something when he was on the phone with some other guy. They were talking about getting it out of a building. I don’t know. Why?
Is it something important? Did you find something?”
“No. We’re still looking into that,” I said. “Do you know what it is?”
She shook her head and Lien-hua asked, “The other man on the phone, do you know who he was? Did you get a name?” She thought for a moment. “I think I heard the guy call him Shay or Dade. Something like that.”
“Shade,” I said.
“Sure. Maybe, I don’t know.”
Time to move into specifics. “Do you think your work on Project Rukh might have anything to do with your abduction? Could they be related?”
She blinked, let her eyes bounce back and forth from me to Lien-hua to me. “How do you know about that?”
“While we were looking for you, we found some references to it in your computer files.”
She cornered her lip between her teeth. “I can’t really talk about that. Copyrights, patents, things like that. But I don’t see how it could be related. Listen, I just want to go see my boyfriend.” She grabbed the overnight bag and glanced at the door, undoubtedly looking for Maria.
“Please,” said Lien-hua. “Can you tell us anything about the project? Anything at all?”
“You’d have to talk to Dr. Osbourne for-” She caught herself.
Never finished her sentence. “I’m sorry. I’ve said too much already.
I could lose my job. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I just want to get out of here.” She glanced at her watch.
Lien-hua stepped toward the window. “Would you recognize the man who attacked you if you saw him again? Could you pick him out in a lineup?”
Her jaw tensed. “I’d recognize his face anywhere. I’ll never forget it. Never. But I’m not looking at any lineup. I never want to see that face again. I just want to move on with my life.”
I wanted to keep questioning her and explain to her in no uncertain terms that we needed her to identify her abductor and testify against him, but in light of Austin’s death, I knew this wasn’t the time for that. I did have one more question, and, even though I knew it might be a hard one for her to hear, I had to ask it-I had to find out if she knew about the video her abductors had sent to Austin Hunter. “Cassandra,” I said. “Do you know what the man was doing while you were in the tank?”
“What do you mean? No. He was just waiting for me to die. I saw him come out and check on me a couple times, but otherwise he just left me there alone.” Her voice began to tremble. “I just want to put this whole horrible thing behind me. That’s enough questions.
I’m done now.” Then I heard the door open behind me and noticed that Maria had returned. In her hands, she held a can of Coke and a set of car keys conspicuously dangling from her fingers.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” Lien-hua said.
“Maybe you should sit down.”
“No. I’m leaving. I was supposed to meet my boyfriend yesterday for breakfast. I need to find him. I need to talk to him. I can’t seem to get him on the phone. Good-bye. Thanks again for helping me last night. I mean it. I just… I don’t want to do this anymore.