Sam had returned to the Glen-Ridge House rather than go back to the office in Goshen because he was beginning to feel certain that one of the honorees, or perhaps Jack Emerson or Joel Nieman, was responsible for the threats to Lily. All of them had worked in the building where Dr. Connors’ office was located. At some point over the weekend, one of them had referred to Jean as having been his patient. But which one he hadn’t yet determined.
Fleischman had insisted he heard one of those other men mention that Jean was Connors’ patient. Of course, he could be lying, Sam thought. Stewart denied ever hearing the remark. And he could be lying, too. But at least at the Glen-Ridge he could keep an eye on Fleischman and Gordon Amory, who were still checked in there. The fact that Jean was missing would be picked up by reporters and be broadcast, and he’d bet anything that the news would bring Jack Emerson rushing there as well.
He’d already asked Rich Stevens to put surveillance on all of them. That would kick in soon.
At ten after twelve he got the call he was hoping to receive from the technical guys. “Sam, we have a fix on Jean Sheridan’s phone.”
“Where is it?”
“In a moving car.”
“Can you tell where the car is?”
“Near Storm King, heading toward the Cornwall area.”
“He’s coming from West Point,” Sam said. “He has the cadet. Don’t lose him. Don’t lose him.”
“We don’t intend to.”