She answered her phone after the first ring. “You’ve shown a knack for sneaking out,” Crawford said, sounding out of breath. “Think you can you do it again? This time in your car?” “What number is this?” “A burner phone.” “What’s going on? Have you arrested Pat Connor?” “That didn’t go as planned. I need you to pick me up.” “Where are you? Where’s your truck?” “Sitting empty on the courthouse parking lot, and when Neal discovers me missing from it, he’ll go mental, and then he’ll put out an APB, and if I’m apprehended I go to jail. And I can’t go. Not yet. Not tonight. Will you do it?” She tried to process it all as rapidly as he’d related it. “Why would Neal put out an APB on you?” “Connor’s dead.” In clipped cop-speak, he described the murder scene.
