Goldie knew the entire station was being turned upside down, searching for him, but no one had come to her apartment, thanks to his trick with the dead BATF officer’s radio, and no one had called her, either, not even to commiserate over lost profits. It hurt to realize that in such a crisis, not one of the station residents had thought to check on her, to see if she was alive or dead. People she’d thought of as friends had completely ignored her. Bitterness choked Goldie, but there was nothing she could do except wait and hope that her captor grew careless just long enough to scream for help.
Every day’s passing, however, left Goldie sinking further into despair. He never relaxed his vigil for even a moment and Goldie entertained no doubts about what he’d do if he caught her trying to telephone. Lachley would cut her to ribbons so small, there wouldn’t be enough to fill a casket. On the other hand, if she didn’t anger him, he would probably let her live, at least until he made the attempt to crash Primary outbound. And he couldn’t try that as long as Bull Morgan kept the tourists in their hotel rooms and refused to let anyone through. Goldie’s greatest terror was that Lachley would simply kill her, waylay a security agent and steal his uniform, then slip through Primary that way.
As days passed, the intolerable situation left John Lachley deeply impatient, forced as he was to sit through two cycles of Primary without anyone allowed near it. He paced agitatedly, muttering under his breath, then finally snatched up another videotape from her rapidly dwindling supply. Lachley poured himself a generous brandy from the last bottle in the cabinet and slid in Goldie’s copy of Temple Harlot, which she had just recently acquired through a video pirate. When the pre-movie interview of Ianira Cassondra flickered across the screen, Lachley jerked so violently, he knocked the glass to the floor. He stared at the screen and ripped off a shocked oath. “God’s blood! It’s her!” He turned a wild-eyed stare on Goldie. “Who is that woman?” He stabbed an unsteady finger toward the television.