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Manhattan, New York
Friday, August 11, 2006
Less than a minute later, the door opened. Bette smiled and said, “You are a hard one to track down.” She waited for a response and wondered if her unexpected appearance would be welcomed or considered a threat. The first response would set the tone and tell Bette how to direct the conversation and hopefully get a confession. And there it was…a hint of a smile. That was her opening. “I’ve been looking for you for months. I can’t believe I finally found you again, Kelly.”
“You’re the last one I expected to see at my door,” Kelly replied. She was definitely surprised by Bette’s sudden appearance and was skeptical as to why she was there.
“May I come in? I really need to talk to you,” Bette kept it simple and tried to pique her curiosity.
“How did you find me?” Kelly still didn’t trust Bette.
During the ride to the precinct earlier that evening, Eric instructed Bette on how to work a suspect. He started off by telling her that a good undercover story is always based in truth. He advised, “Stay as close to the truth as you can without tipping your hand.”
“Honestly, I hired a private detective. I don’t really know how he tracked you down, but I’m just glad that he did. Now, may I please come in?”
Kelly reluctantly opened the door wider and stepped to the side, offering Bette a pathway inside her apartment. Once the door closed, Sterling, Diaz, and Eric hopped out of the surveillance van and at an unhurried pace, walked across the street and inside the apartment building. They positioned themselves just inside the stairwell on the second floor out of the line of sight of the apartment door in the event Kelly opened it.
Meanwhile back on the street, Cassi and Tina observed the activity, which told them Bette was inside Kelly’s apartment. Tina began to nervously bounce her leg and bite her fingernails. Cassi reached in front of Tina and opened the glove compartment. She reached inside and pulled out a stainless steel flask. After unscrewing the riveted cap, she offered it to Tina and said, “Scotch…drink.” Tina grabbed the container and took one swig after another until she half-emptied it. Cassi expected her to slowly sip on it, not chug it like Kool-Aid. “Pace yourself, Tina. I just had my car detailed.”