Caddrick stared at her for long moments, clearly expecting her to explain the interruption. When she didn’t, he glowered for a moment, then said coldly, “This disk contains the data we’ve gathered so far. Mr. Kaederman believes the Ansar Majlis ringleader, a notorious intersexual using the alias Noah Armstrong, used one of Jenna’s forged identities to bring my daughter here. Jenna’s kidnapper was probably travelling under the name of Benny Catlin.”
Across the room, Granville Baxter came out of his chair to tap commands into the nearest computer terminal, pulling up Time Tours’ records of gate departures.
“Perhaps, senator,” Ronisha suggested, “you might give us some insight into your daughter’s interests and habits? Anything we can learn about Jenna, about the way she thinks, what she might do under stress, will increase our chances of locating her.”
“Yes, of course. I brought some things with me, besides that disk.” Senator Caddrick turned to an aide who hovered nearby. “Hand around those biographical packets, would you? And those photos of that bastard, Armstrong.”
While Bax worked at the computer, a sweating senatorial aide passed dossiers around the room, first to Ronisha and the Time Tours CEO, then to the newsies, who struck like piranha. There were several photographs of Jenna Caddrick, all of them recent, as well as a photograph of the Ansar Majlis terrorist, Noah Armstrong. Ronisha realized with a start of surprise why the senator had mistaken Skeeter Jackson for his daughter’s kidnapper. From a full-frontal view, they didn’t closely resemble one another, but there were distinct similarities of bone structure and coloring. From behind or at an oblique angle, the resemblance was strong enough to understand the mistaken identity. The brief document attached to the photos outlined Jenna Caddrick’s habits, manners, routines, interests, and hobbies.