Thera scanned the room for bugs as soon as she got back to the hotel. Still wearing her slinky dress, she collapsed in the chair and called The Cube to report in.
“Are you OK?” were the first words out of Corrigan’s mouth.
“Of course I’m OK.”
“It’s past one o’clock there.”
“Well, I didn’t get lucky, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.”
“Jeez, Thera.”
“Park tried to buy me off. He claimed Ferg had business with people in the North, but then he tried to buy me off. And intimidate me.”
Thera described the dinner and Park’s house, recalling the conversation almost word for word.
“I want to talk to other people who were on the trip, and I want to bug his house. The security there didn’t look all that difficult to get around.”
“I have to clear that first.”
“Why?”
“I just do. Anything that’s going on in Korea, I have to clear.”
“They stayed in some sort of lodge near the capital and hunted. Park’s family owned it. Can you find it?”
“We already did. Ciello made the connection a few hours ago.”
“Well, let’s go search it.”
“We can’t, at least not until we get evidence that he’s there.”
“Screw waiting. Where else could he be?” said Thera. “We should kidnap the son of a bitch Park and find out what the hell happened.”
“You can’t do that, Thera,” said Corrigan. “Jesus. Don’t do that.”
“We should.”
“Listen. You’re supposed to concentrate on the plutonium now. Slott says—”
“Whose side are you on, Corrigan?” she said angrily. “Ferg is part of the team. I can’t just leave him.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“We’re all on the same side.”
“Then act like it. If we don’t do something, he’ll be dead.”
Thera ended the call, fearing Corrigan might say the obvious: There was a very good chance Ferguson was already dead.