Kitty said, fear gripping her. “They’ll be waiting for me.” The agents didn’t respond and instead led Kitty to a nearby dive, a greasy joint that reeked of boiled mutton and beer. They headed for a table behind a group of sailors telling bawdy jokes to a couple of women. The older, stocky agent, Booth, ordered three glasses of water from a passing waitress. “That’s all?” the waitress said with annoyance. “We won’t be long.” He showed her his badge. “Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, sir.” She disappeared. “All right then.” The agent turned to Kitty. “Let’s start with first things first. What were you doing at the Hamburg-American?” Kitty gasped. “How did you know I was there?” The laughter from the next table made it hard to concentrate. “Have you been following me?” “We ask the questions, Miss Weeks,”
