“You say ‘get him out’. I’ll be there too,” said Lynn.
“I don’t think you should.”
“You don’t think I should go back?” shouted Lynn. Several people in the restaurant turned completely around. “No, that’s not going to happen. I have a better plan. My son and I will leave together. I’ll say that we’re going to go to the store, or to the park or something. Then, we’ll both meet you.”
“Ms. Powell, I. . .”
“That’s the way it’s going to be, Detective, that way or nothing.”
“I think you’re wrong,” said Gibbs.
“That way or nothing, Detective.”
Lynn stood and left the restaurant.
“I think she’s wrong,” said Frank.
“I know she’s wrong,” nodded Gibbs. “We don’t know what’s in that organization. We don’t know how it works. We don’t know how they think.”
“You don’t think it’s just a small handful of con men that have a huge group of people they’re conning?” asked Frank.
“Oh yes, it’s definitely that, but what we don’t know is what they’re going to do to protect their scheme. There’s a whole lot of money involved. I don’t think they’re going to look too kindly at anyone who threatens it.”
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