A thought occurred to the Sheriff - could it be that the man on the phone, the man who only called, not texted, might well be the being behind all this? Comgal was Irish, and a voice like that... she would have noticed an accent. It was distinctive enough. Musing on it internally as Alten gave her a wave, Moretti smiled back and waved, allowing herself to settle into her chair and wait patiently.
After all, she was a girlfriend tonight. Her eyes wandered the room. Was anybody observing them, like they had at the hotel? She'd have to see.