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The Intrigue
Before
we go any further, I must request that this conversation be kept strictly
confidential. You're not to speak
of this to anyone, other than your husband, of course."
Hudgins
had said they didn't want to alarm her, and she hadn't been alarmed.
Until now. "All
right." She gave a little
laugh; half in nervousness. The
other half was in appreciation of the absolute absurdity.
"But, frankly, I can't think of anyone I'd even tell."
Tom
Hudgins glanced quickly at Craven, then back at her.
"I know what you mean, but we've found that there is always that one
person we talk to so much and trust so completely that we tell them anything
that happens without even thinking. It's
only natural. In this case,
however, we can't afford to let that happen.
I hope you understand." Hudgins
said it smoothly.
"Yes,
I do. I won't say a word to
anyone."
"Fine.
I won't belabor it. Just
remember, it's important." He
took a second to refer to notes. "There
are two things we need to cover, here. First,
as a matter of availing you and your children of protective services, we have
already initiated a telephone surveillance on your home phone, with, of course,
your husband's knowledge and consent. That
line access gives us a time benefit in tracing the location of 'unfriendly'
calls."
"Threatening
phone calls?"
Tom
Hudgins nodded. "There have
been phone calls of that nature coming into your husband's office.
Have you received any?"
"Well,
there were some calls several months ago. I
don't know if they were threatening. The
phone would ring, but the person wouldn't speak."
Hudgins
looked interested in what she had to say. "Has
that been it? Does anything else
come to mind?" He seemed
warmer now; more concerned.
The
nice man wanted to know if she'd had some not so nice calls. The "You'll be sorry" calls. She supposed they could be connected to the Stevens case.
But, how could she be sure?
"Mrs.
Whitley, I explained our need for confidentiality, but, this privacy works both
ways.