Chapter 12

As dawn broke, Reid yawned then stretched. Sitting cooped up in the Golf all night had played havoc with his spine, causing his lower back muscles to spasm. He cracked his neck to the left then to the right. He needed to move, as the shooting pains in his knees were becoming ever more unbearable.

It had never been his intention to wait it out through the night, but the girl with auburn hair driving the Rav4, arriving close to midnight—that was unexpected.

Working an eight-hour shift then pulling a surveillance job back to back wasn’t a good idea. Reid was knackered, to the point that he’d dozed off at least once in the small hours. Rubbing at his eyes, he willed himself awake. He reached for the chrome thermos and poured himself the remnants of his black coffee. It was lukewarm but it would do, anything to stave off the tiredness. He needed to be on top of his game, it would soon be over. He just had to bide his time and wait for Garrett to make his move.