Foster drummed his fingertips against the table, not answering.
“We can’t discuss the confidential details of the case,” LaGuardia said.
“What about the money I was given?”
“I don’t know anything about that,” LaGuardia said, glancing at Foster. “Do you?”
“No, sir. Sounds like a lot of paperwork, though.”
“Another agency handles issues like this. We’re required to seize bribes and criminal assets, but going after payments for legitimate services isn’t worth our trouble. You’re welcome to surrender it to HSI if you feel more comfortable.”
Caitlyn wasn’t worried about Carlos showing up on her doorstep to demand his money back. He’d given it to her without obligations, and that amount was probably nothing to him. She’d earned it. A real hospital visit would have cost him thousands more.
When she was finished with the interview, Caitlyn called her parents. They were overjoyed to hear from her. They’d spent the entire week in San Diego communicating with local law enforcement. They’d just flown back to Arizona this morning.
“They told us to go home,” her mother cried.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’m fine.”
Her parents insisted on coming to visit her anyway. Caitlyn didn’t argue. She said she’d call them back later and hung up.
Then she drove home to pick up the pieces of her life.
