O’Hare Airport, Chicago, IL — June 21, 2004
Etienne steered the girl back to the seating section, where TJ had rejoined the others. “Sit down,” he told her. “You will stay in that seat until I release you, and you will answer my questions. Is that clear?”
Eyes wide and frightened, she nodded, clutching the straps of her backpack where it rested on her lap.
Both the grad students, sitting just across from where he’d sat the girl down, were watching what he was doing with rather keen attention. Etienne ignored them, turning slightly to hand the girl’s phone over to Charles.
“Check the phone logs, and transcribe the numbers,” Etienne said. “Especially outgoing.” He then turned his attention back to Chloe.
“You’ve been watching us. Why? And for whom?”
“I—I haven’t, it’s just—”
“Chloe,” Etienne repeated. “Look at me—that’s it. You were watching us, we saw you. Just answer the questions. Who are you working for?” Continue reading