Chapter 46
Sometimes Internet research wasn’t enough. But today, there was hope.
A few years back, Hathaway Transatlantic had been investigated for human trafficking. Newspaper articles and research papers had been published on the net. Annie read and read, gobsmacked by the fact that Hathaway was still in business, skirting around the law with high-paid lawyers, no doubt. She read an article from a newspaper in Texas.
As federal investigators raided the brick building in Houston, similar raids were happening at businesses in at least ten other cities in Texas and Louisiana.
“Finger after finger was pointing to Hathaway Transatlantic,” said US Attorney Chris Carpenter.
Hathaway Transatlantic is an international employment referral business operating out of Wichita. Prosecutors say they filed charges after years of extensive investigation.
“There were court-ordered wiretaps, undercover projects, and long term physical surveillance,” Carpenter said.
Authorities were able to arrest 23 of the 32 people accused of recruiting, transporting, and housing undocumented Spanish speaking immigrants who were already in the United States illegally and giving them low paying jobs at restaurants.
“In essence, they ran a takeout and delivery service,” said Agent Smithers. “Not for food but rather for people. People they called ‘amigos’ who were in this country illegally.”
Federal agents say the recruiters made millions off those “amigos” by collecting finders fees from greedy restaurant owners and managers looking for cheap labor. And while the workers broke laws to get into the United States, “it is also fair to say that they were exploited by the defendants,” Smithers said.
Hathaway spokesperson Gary Laskowski says that with such a huge, multifaceted operation, it’s difficult to police all of their operations, but in the future the company will endeavor to do more policing. Laskowski claims, however, that the management of the company did not know about these middleman operations.
Hmm. Of course not, Annie thought with a smirk. Almost all of the clippings she read were the same kind of story. The middlemen were the ones on the take. The company needed to police more. They paid fines and moved on. But one thing that never came up was sex trafficking. Annie was at least pleased about that.
Every incident mentioned involved restaurants, which led her squarely back to Pamela. Pamela, what have you gotten yourself into?
Annie pulled up the public records from the county where the Pie Palace was located. Owners of the property were listed as Pamela and Evan Kraft. No real surprise there. And it didn’t appear anything was unusual with the permits or plans.
Annie keyed PAMELA KRAFT into Google. The first page was nothing more than PR pieces about the restaurant, her Web site updates, and so on. The second page listed some genealogy sites. What the heck? Annie clicked one. Turns out Pamela was really into genealogy. Well, that wasn’t unusual. Especially for someone who appeared to be enamored with the past as Pamela was. Annie didn’t get the whole “rockabilly lifestyle” thing, but to each his or her own.
Annie scrolled through the Kraft family tree. Interesting. There was a Bixby connection. Looked like Pamela’s second cousin was Sheriff Bixby, who in turn was married to a Drummond. That much she already knew from Beatrice. Pings of her reporter’s intuition zoomed through her. What is going on here? Is this all just a coincidence that all of these folks are related? And are all involved somehow with the Martelinos? Or not?
Beatrice had said that Sheriff Bixby threatened Emma Drummond. Surely that was a misunderstanding. The woman was elderly and agoraphobic. Perhaps he frightened her without meaning to.
But perhaps not.
Perhaps he wasn’t as pleasant as he seemed.
Had Annie been taken in by a smiling sheriff? In some ways, Bryant was actually easier to deal with—at least he was honest, even if he was a sarcastic grump. But Sheriff Bixby? Always smiling, polite, and friendly. She should have suspected him from the beginning—not necessarily of committing murders, but of knowing more than what he’d been telling. Yes, she was certain of it, the more she mulled things over.
Annie planned her next steps—talk to Pamela again, talk to the sheriff, then talk with Bryant.
In the meantime, she had several of the Martelino sisters’ scrapbooks to look through. Vera and Sheila were coming over tomorrow to help her sort through them. Maybe, just maybe, something in those books would point them to who killed the young women.
Annie didn’t have the heart to sort through the scrapbooks alone. Not this time.