“Walker’s partner, Theodore Sexton, is in custody in London,” Sonia said. “He’s being questioned right now.”
Kami’s head snapped up. “What about Kevin?”
“A search is underway.”
“So, they haven’t caught him?”
Sonia’s tone remained level. “As I said, a search is underway.”
Kami leaned forward, placing both hands on the table.
Monica whispered, “Don’t. Kami! Please!”
“We need protection.” Kami’s voice was fierce. Her gaze bored into Sonia. “I don’t need to get knifed in the shower—and neither does Monica.”
“That depends on what you have to say,” said Sonia.
“Promise you’ll protect us, or we’re not talking.”
Monica began to sob.
Sonia studied them. “Why do you think you need protection?”
“Because the night you brought us in,” Kami said, “some guy put a gun to my head. He told me to keep my mouth shut about Claire. The same thing happened to Monica.”
Sonia’s expression didn’t change, but Nikki saw her fingers stiffen on the file.
“Is this true?”
Monica nodded, still crying.
“Who was he?” Sonia asked. “Can you describe him?”
“He was a policeman,” Monica whispered. “Behind me. I couldn’t see his face…just the gun.”
“You’re sure he was with the police?”
“They were the only ones there that night,” Kami said, suddenly angry. “And the ambulance workers.”
“And here in jail,” Monica added. “We’ve gotten threats here, too.”
“They say they’ll hurt my mom and sisters if I cooperate with the police,” Kami said. “They knew their names and where they go to school.”
Sonia’s voice was measured: “Your family in Texas?”
Kami nodded. “Yeah. And my boyfriend, Amir. They threatened him, too.”
Sonia turned to Advocate Ferragni, switching to Italian. “Did you know about this?”
“My client didn’t tell me,” he said, spreading his hands.
Sonia looked at Emilio. As if reading her intention, he stood and strode to the door.
“I’ll start making calls,” he said.
Ferragni turned back to Sonia. “I want my client removed from general population.”
“What about me?” Kami demanded.
