Jake stood in shadow to one side, positioned to watch Peter Harding and his sidekick during the lineup. If he was Phoebe and Phagan’s current target, he wanted to know it. He heard the shuffle of movement as five women came out and formed a ragged line on the other side of the one-way glass. Harding licked his lips, his gaze moving along the row, stopping for a long moment on Phoebe before moving on.
“Turn to the right,” Luke directed the women through a mike.
Again Harding’s gaze traveled the row. It didn’t stop at Phoebe, but it came back to her. He licked his lips again, and Jake saw sweat pop up on Harding’s upper lip. Jake’s skin crawled. The guy had a definite kink. No question.
“Now to the left,” Luke said. “See anyone you recognize, sir?”
Jake saw him look at Phoebe one last ti
