The asset sat in silence as Parkerson drove away from the airport. Barely moved. Just stared out the window and watched the city fly by.
Parkerson glanced at him. “You know what happened?” The asset looked at him, blank-faced. “They were waiting for you,” Parkerson said. “You know why?”
The asset shifted. “I don’t know.”
“You were careless in Minneapolis. They picked you up.”
The asset said nothing.
“Duluth, too. Someone saw you, maybe. Called in your description, your car. You were careless and they followed you down here. Now you’re fucked.”
The asset stared out the window and didn’t say anything. Parkerson searched the rearview mirror, his hands beating a staccato rhythm on the steering wheel. Saw no police cars behind him. The cops hadn’t followed. The asset was safe. Killswitch was safe—for the moment.
Parkerson kept driving. No destination in mind. Just away.