Hedy was safe, and didn’t sound abused, and that gave him some comfort. On the other hand, it was maddening to hear from her and get so little information. He joined the others for breakfast, and Mike Freeman was there, too. “Where are you staying, Mike?” “At my office. There’s a little apartment there. Any messages from Hedy this morning?” “Nothing—she probably slept.” “I have a chopper available, and a hospital bed for her the minute we get her back,” Mike said. “That’s good thinking.” “I’ve had some research done on Casselli’s past, by our staff psychologist,” Mike said. “God knows, he’s ruthless, but our man doesn’t think he’ll hurt or kill Hedy.” “I guess that’s good news.” “The key seems to be, he’s pragmatic and seems unlikely to act so much from spite as from need, and he doesn’t need to harm her.”
