I tried calling him twice. The last time, the person I spoke with said he was in an interview. All I could do was wait. I filled the time with talking to Callie and every other family member I had at the hotel in hiding. Each asked if I knew how long they would be there. All I could tell them was that we were tracking down every lead we had. My desk phone finally rang a few minutes after noon. I reached over and scooped it from the receiver. “Lieutenant Kane,” I said. “Hey, it’s Harrington calling back.” He let out a big breath. “We just wrapped up round one of questioning with Blok.” “And? Is he involved?” I asked. “Yeah, he’s involved. We got a hit on his cell phone from Miami International before the signal went dead. Luckily, we had patrol guys in the area. They caught up with him and his girlfriend at a ticket counter, buying airfare to London.”
