Finally, Walker heard her breathing settle into a rhythm that signified sleep. He closed his eyes. Some rest before the sunrise.
What Walker didn’t hear was outside. In the shadows. Someone watching. Waiting. Not concerned about resting at all.
•
Twenty-five miles away Harrington and his crew were driving a slow loop around where Trapwire had registered a sighting of Walker and Monica.
“I’m calling it in,” Harrington said, looking at the screen shot of Monica in the Hemi Cuda.
“That wise, sir?” Kent asked. There was no formality between them. Harrington was their leader, and they respected that, but they operated as a team of equals.
Kent was a good man of a dirty bunch, busted out of the Army proper for much the same reasons as Harrington, although Kent had dropped a JSOC officer during a reprimand, breaking the guy’s jaw. Harrington liked Kent.
“We need to find the car,” Harrington said. “I’ll give it to the LAPD and Feds. Get everyone looking for them.”
“They may have switched vehicles.”
“Would you dump that car?” Harrington showed the driver.
“Nope.”
“No. Me either. They’re in the car, and they’re headed someplace or bedded down for the night. We find the car, find them, get the girl.”
“And this guy Walker?”
“If he gets in the way we drop him. But let’s try and do this clean. Everyone copy that?”
Harrington waited for all five guys to reply in the affirmative.
“Right.” Harrington pressed send on an email to the tech department back at Cyber Command—the same crew who had hacked the LAPD officers earlier—to alert the LAPD to be on the lookout for the car; they were to watch but not approach the occupants. He then leaned back and looked out the window. LA may have been mostly asleep, but there were plenty of cars on the road: those headed home from parties and clubs, those with weird shift jobs, those simply passing through.
Harrington didn’t really care. His mission for now was to find the sister. If it expanded beyond that—to find this group or take action against them—well, even then their motivation mattered little. His job was the sister. And he would succeed in his job.