CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They sat there silently for the next few minutes. The server brought their food but neither ate. Jessie sipped at her coffee. Hernandez stared into space, lost in thought. Finally he spoke.
“Crutchfield knows your new identity,” he said urgently. “What if he tries to contact your father to tell him?”
“Thanks, Hernandez,” she replied sarcastically, trying to inject a little lightness into the atmosphere. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Sorry,” he said, chastened. “Of course you’ve considered all of this. But it’s new to me.”
“That’s okay. It’s a lot to take in. The truth is I’ve gotten friendly with the head of security at the hospital where he’s being held. Do you know Katherine Gentry?”
“I’ve met her,” Hernandez said, finally deciding to take a bite of his fries. “By t
