Okay. One is a food vendor truck registered to a former Russian paratrooper. We were able to follow him on surveillance cameras, and as near as we can tell, hes been cruising around Manhattan all night, selling hot dogs and Pepsi to sex workers, pimps, and johns.

Where is he now?

Hes parked on 11th Ave, south of the Jacob Javits Convention Center. He hasnt moved in a while. Were thinking he might be asleep.

Okay, sounds like he just became low priority. Pass him on to NYPD, just in case. They can roust him and toss his truck, find out what else hes selling in there. Next.

Trudy ran down her list. A minivan operated as an Uber car by a disgraced former nuclear physicist. A forty-ton tractor trailer with an insurance claim that it was demolished in an accident and scrapped. A delivery van for a commercial laundry service, with license plates registered to an unrelated flooring business in Long Island. An ambulance reported stolen three years ago.

A stolen ambulance? Luke said. That sounds like something.

Trudy shrugged. Usually its the illegal organ trade. They harvest from newly deceased patients within minutes of death. They have to harvest the organs, pack them, and get them out of the hospital quickly. No one looks twice at an ambulance waiting around in a hospital parking lot.

But tonight, maybe they werent waiting for organs. Do we know where they are?

She shook her head. No. The only location we have is the Russian. This is still more of an art than a science. Surveillance cameras arent everywhere yet, especially once you get out of Manhattan. You see a truck pass a camera, then you might not see it again. Or you might pick it up on another camera ten blocks away, or five miles away. The tractor trailer crossed the George Washington Bridge into New Jersey before we lost it. The laundry van went over the 138th Street Bridge into the South Bronx and disappeared. Right now, were tracking them all down using other means. Weve contacted the trucking company, Uber, the flooring company, and the laundry service. We should know something on those soon. And Ive got eight people at headquarters sifting through hours of video feeds, looking for the ambulance.

Good. Keep me posted. Whats going on with the bank stuff?

Trudys face was stone. You should ask Swann about that.

Okay. He took a step toward Swanns little fiefdom in the corner.

Luke?

He stopped. Yeah.

Her eyes darted around the room. Can we talk? In private?

*

Youre going to fire me because I wont break the law for you?

Trudy, Im not going to fire you. Why would you even think that?

Its what you said, Luke.