Gordon found Stanley out in the parking lot. “Patriot Act?” he asked. “Eco-terrorists?”
Stanley shook his head. “We were after a kidnapper at the library.” He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “It was a desperation move. He’d blown up a car with a homemade bomb. We were looking for anyone who might know how. We dropped the inquiry because the guy blew himself up a little later—regardless of what Mr. LaMott thinks he accomplished.”
Gordon nodded. “I remember hearing about that. How about the eco-terrorists?”
Stanley twitched a shoulder. “We can check it out. I’ll make some calls in the morning. But I doubt anything like that’s going on, with the missing kids and all. Too complicated an explanation.” He looked at his watch. “If we hurry to a TV we can still catch the spot they’re running about Miss Bradshaw.”
Gordon looked at him. He was pretty sure one of Stanley’s FBI buddies would tape it. If they didn’t already have a copy.
Gordon unlocked his car and got into the driver’s seat while Stanley climbed in on the other side. There was sand on the carpet and even a little on the dash, reminding Gordon he ought to rinse off the undercarriage to get rid of any salt he’d picked up at the beach. Otherwise it would probably start rusting by tomorrow. He started the car and glanced at Stanley.
Huh. Patriot Act? He’d nearly forgotten it had even happened.