“Just do it,” I say, and Lucas doesn’t seem to need more encouragement. He tugs the paper closer. I pull Kane’s pot pie between us. We don’t touch it. Both of us are watching Lucas. It takes him all of two minutes to say, “Neither of these numbers are on the game system. But—Jamie’s phone can be partially traced.”

“Not per our tech team,” Andrew says, motioning to the waitress, and mouthing, “Cake,” before he adds, “That was one of the first things we tried.”

Lucas punches in a few more keys and says, “It was purchased at a smoke shop, aka a corner store, three months ago.”

He grabs his notepad from me again, scribbles down the address, and hands it back to me. “It’s in the city. And they don’t have security cameras. I checked. However, there are street cameras. I pulled up the nearby feed for the timestamp. All I got was this.”

He turns the computer around and shows us an image of a person in a large jacket and a baseball hat pulled low. “That’s doesn’t help,” Andrew says, “but what the hell, Lucas? What are you doing, man? Besides trying to get yourself in trouble?”

“Working for the FBI,” I say, focusing on Lucas. “What about further down the street?” I ask. “Can we get a better image?”

“The person goes down into the subway,” he replies, “and there’s no way to know where they come back up to the street level.”

“In other words,” I say. “Jamie made damn sure he wasn’t going to be found.”

“He bought six phones that day,” Lucas says, turning his computer around to face him again. He scrolls through some kind of data and writes down the six numbers. He then starts keying them into his computer. A minute later he says, “Bingo. Two of the numbers are registered on the game. If I can get to them while they’re on the game live, I can track their IP address.” He eyes Kane and gives him a little chin lift, like, “See, I’m a badass.”

Kane actually laughs and Andrew and Lucas both look at him like he’s an alien. Because they don’t know the Kane I know. “Who are you?” Andrew asks him.

“I thought you already knew all there was to know about me,” Kane challenged. “So you tell me.”

Andrew’s cellphone rings and he scowls at the interruption, apparently eager to continue that challenge with Kane. Thankfully, for his own good, he glances at his caller ID and takes the call. “Talk to me. Did we get her?”