“DJ didn’t know it was a transmitter,” Tom said, grateful that his voice was even.

“No. We heard them talking in the car. He asked her how much ‘Kowalski’ was paying her. Luckily when she denied knowing him, she called me ‘Mr. Raeburn,’ not ‘Agent.’ He doesn’t appear to know that we’re the ones behind the bugs. That’ll hopefully give us a little more time to line something else up.”

Something else, Tom noted. Not someone else.

“We know Pastor’s still in there,” Croft said. “Maybe we just wait for him to be brought out and follow them back to Eden.”

Tom didn’t like that. “Leaving Belmont free to stalk Mercy while Pastor recuperates? That could be weeks. Where is DJ now?”

“We don’t know,” Raeburn admitted. “The van lost him a few minutes after he took the nurse from the rehab center. He might have gone back inside or he might have run.”

Croft sighed. “Dammit. Who is Kowalski?”

Raeburn brightened a fraction. “That’s the good news. He’s a local gang leader.”

Croft’s eyes lit up. “Of the Chicos?”

“We hope so. The Chicos have become insular and a lot harder to pin down since the men at the top were taken down a few years ago. No one seems to know much about their new power structure. Local PDs had heard his name but knew nothing more. No photos or even a description. I’ve got a team searching for him now.”

“What do you need from us?” Tom asked. He thought of Dixie Serratt and wondered if they should have pushed harder. She knew what Kowalski looked like. Tom was sure of it.

“I need you to find a way to get audio and video from Pastor’s room. Find out if they’ve got a leaky faucet or a broken window. Anything that would require the services of an outside contractor. We’ll get one of ours in that way. That Belmont doesn’t know that we were behind the bugs buys us some time, but I think the Sunnyside employees will be hyperaware of anyone approaching them the way Gaynor was approached. We can’t try turning one of theirs again.”

Tom was already considering the possibilities. “I could manufacture an IT crisis.”

“Do it fast,” Raeburn warned. “And thank you, Hunter. That would be most helpful.”

“And me?” Croft asked.

“You’re with me. I want a description of Kowalski. I’m betting on him being with the Chicos, so I’m bringing the Serratt woman in for an interview. I want you to lead it. She doesn’t leave until she tells us what the man looks like.”

“We’re more likely to get information out of her if we can offer protection,” Croft murmured. “She seemed genuinely terrified for her life.”

“I’ve already started the paperwork for protection,” Raeburn said. “And I’ll have the state’s attorney involved. We may be able to offer her a reduced parole period. You’ve got your assignments.”

Tom knew that Raeburn was right. But he also had a gut feeling about Pastor’s wife. At a minimum, the woman could fill in a number of unknowns. He gave his boss and his partner a nod and started back for the field office so that he could return the Bureau’s SUV and get his own back. He already had ideas on how to manufacture a network failure that would force Sunnyside to call for IT help.