Chapters (72)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- PART I
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- PART II
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- PART III
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- PART IV
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- PART V
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- PART VI
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
She’d almost finished her coffee when she received a text from Devin about a half hour later, green-lighting her departure for Whole Foods. She took her time as agreed, clicking a few more links before shutting her laptop and putting it in the leather satchel on the seat next to her, along with her phone. She chased the last bite of her cookie with the coffee and piled her napkins in the empty cup. It took nearly all her restraint not to look over her shoulder on the way out. Marnie stopped at the trash receptacle near the door and casually looked around the shop as she separated the recyclable items.
At least she hoped she looked casual. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she was second-guessing every decision, movement, or gesture she made, from how long to spend in front of the trash down to whether she was blinking naturally. Maybe this spy stuff wasn’t as easy as it looked.
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 20
Harvey Rudd snuggled next to Jolene on the leather couch, facing the front of the coffee shop, pretending to read through the Washington Post. Marnie Young had just walked out of the shop about five minutes ago, vanishing from view into the packed parking lot, where Rick Gentry would pick up her trail. Not that they needed to follow her too closely while she was in transit. They just needed to stay close enough to watch her wherever she stopped.
He’d attached three trackers to her vehicle. Two standard GPS transmitters and one long-haul tracker typically used in commercial fleet vehicles or tractor trailers. The long-haul trackers included an option to transmit less frequently to conserve battery power, in case the company didn’t want to hardwire them to their vehicles or cargo trailers. Rudd added one of these to Young’s Jeep in case Gray instructed her to buy an RF detector and sweep her vehicle.
He suspected that was how Gray had found the two they had installed on his SUV so quickly a few days ago. They had hidden them well enough that it would have taken him some time to get under the chassis and locate both devices. The long-haul device may have remained undetected, since it only transmitted twice an hour, instead of every fifteen to thirty seconds.
Even if the RF detector measured a quick spike in activity, without repetition, it would take forever to locate. In Marnie Young’s case, she was more than likely to think it was a one-time blip in RF activity, likely originating from somewhere in her neighborhood. Off-the-shelf RF detectors weren’t exactly the most reliable or accurate devices. Then again, all this could be moot. There had been no indication to this point that Devin Gray had been in touch with Young.