Bennie was relieved that Carrier would be fine, but she didn’t feel any other emotion, except regret that Alice had gotten away. Evidently Grady was back, but she couldn’t deal with him right now. He, DiNunzio, and her parents were group-hugging, and she didn’t join in the celebration. She’d taken another pill in the ladies’ room and stood off to the side, near Fiorella.
“Ms. Rosato?”
“Yes?” Bennie came out of her reverie, as a uniformed called to her, entering the waiting room as if he had news. “Did you get her?”
“Did you?” Mary repeated, clustering with Grady and her parents.
“No, but we have a lead,” the cop answered. “We checked the airport, and there’s a Bennie Rosato ticketed on the last flight to Miami, with a connection to Nassau, in the Bahamas.”
“When’s the flight?” Bennie asked.
“In half an hour.”
“The airport’s twenty minutes away. We have to go now.”
“Hold on, it’s taken care of.” The cop held up a warning hand. “My captain is coordinating with the TSA and the FBI. We’re holding the plane, claiming weather delays, and we’re already setting up a stake-out. The minute she shows up, we’ll arrest her. The A.D.A. is meeting us there.”
“Nassau?” Bennie’s thoughts raced ahead. “The Bahamas have offshore banking. She has my bank accounts and my ID. She changed all the passwords. She’s moving my money to the Bahamas.”
“You’re right.” Grady’s eyes flared an alarmed blue. “I saw a DHL envelope in her office, going to BSB. She told me she had a new banking client.”
“That’s it then.” Bennie flashed on her call with Marla. “I need to talk to someone at USABank.”
“It’s after hours.”
“I’ll want more than a teller. I met the president of the bank once. Ron Engel. He lives in Society Hill.” Bennie turned to Grady. “Do you have a cell phone?”
“No, it got wet.”
“Here.” A cop handed her a phone, and Bennie flipped it open and called information for Ron Engel.
“I’m sorry,” the operator said. “That number is unlisted.”
“This is a police emergency.” Bennie handed the phone back to the officer. “Please get the number and the address for Ron Engel. We have to talk to him.”
“Hello?” the cop said, putting the phone to his ear on the fly.
Bennie hustled out of the waiting room, ahead of Grady and the cops.