she was getting the picture.
âThis isnât about me, Lily. This is about you and the bracelet the pilot gave you. Iâm only here to help.â In a manner of speaking. Help his country and his agency get what they needed. Helping her was a secondary consideration. No matter what it looked like so far, this was not a PSD, a personal security detail. âDo you know who those men were this morning at your house?â
Her gaze lifted to meet his. âDo you?â
He stared at her for a second. That was it? A question? No movement of her head to aye or gainsay his inquiry?
Oh, she was quick, and the only thing that saved her from his âIâm the one asking the questions hereâ speech was the ringing of his phone.
Thank God.
âYes?â he said, answering his cell.
âGood morning. Iâm calling from Steele Street at the request of Scorpion Fire. This line is secure.â
âGo on,â he said. The voice was female, which surprised him. He didnât remember there being many, if any, women at Steele Street, at least on the operational end.
âThe car youâre looking for has stopped on Santa Ana Drive between Seventeenth and Eighteenth streets. Iâm cross-referencing that address now to see whatâs on that block, if itâs a residential or business area. If you can give me your location, Iâll map your route.â
He looked out Charlotteâs window. âIâm on Linden Place, at nine twenty-eight.â He gave her the address of the house across the street.
There was a pause, before the woman came back on the line.
âContinue east for three tenths of a mile and turn north on Whedbee. Iâm also tracking down the license plate of the Aston Martin and will have that information shortly.â
âGood.â He tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and started the Shelby.
âYouâll stay on Whedbee for two miles and turn left on Thompson Avenue. Let me know when you get there, and Iâll give you your next direction. Until then, be informed that the Aston Martin is stopped atââthere was another slight pauseââthe Sunrise Motel. Iâm looking that up now and will give you whatever description I can, which will hopefully include a layout of the building. If I can access their computer, Iâll give you a room number forâ¦Jason Schroder. The Aston Martin, Nevada license plate number 01B-4381, is registered to Mr. Schroder. His address is three two two zero Klamath Street, Las Vegas. Iâm running him through my databases nowâ¦and he is most recently affiliated with Thomas Banningâs organization. Mr. Banning, as you may know, is a mob figure, with a base of operations in Las Vegas. Iâll have a photograph of Mr. Schroder up in a moment.â
Uh, okay, Zach thought, beginning to wonder who was on the line with him, and how many computers she had running.
âSchroder is registered with a Paul Stark in room number two seven six at the Sunrise Motel,â the voice said in a matter of seconds, and he wondered, really, could anyone hack that fast? On the other hand, how secure could the Sunrise Motelâs system be?
Obviously not very.
âSchroder is thirty-four years old, five feet ten inches tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, white-blond hair, brown eyes, looks to me like heâs pumping a lot of iron.â
Okay, that information had to be coming up on a different screen than the one sheâd used to jack into the motelâs system.
âHe checked into the Sunrise four days ago and is paying with a Visa card. If you need that number, I can give it to you.â
âUh, no.â Who was this girl? She sounded kind of young, but how young could she be to be running Dylanâs communications console?
âIn about fiveâ¦make that two minutes, Iâm going to have you onboard with the Bazo PC concealed in Charlotteâs tape deck, and
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