CONTROL had indicated they had texted back and forth about possibly meeting up for drinks, which had put Young on their radar, but beyond that, nothing had materialized. Her routine looked solid, like it hadn’t varied in a while. Gym by six, which was what one might expect from a fifteen-year veteran Marine. Back home for an hour. Coffee shop by nine. A few hours working on her laptop and phone, mostly job websites. A trip to Trader Joe’s before heading home for lunch, presumably. She’d spent a few hours there during the middle of the day. Back out to a different coffee shop in the afternoon until 5:00 p.m. A run through the neighborhoods before dinnertime. Home for the rest of the night.

“You ready?” asked Jolene.

“I suppose so,” said Rudd. “Feels like a dead end, though.”

“We’ve only been watching her for one day,” she said. “Who knows what she’s been up to?”

“I guess,” he said, putting the paper down and getting up.

They’d just stepped outside when he got a text from Gentry.

She’s at the Whole Foods about a mile and a half north on Broadway. I’m heading in to keep an eye on her. It’s pretty busy.

He showed Jolene the text, and she nodded. “Let’s get in position for the handoff. We might want to pull Walsh off Gray’s dad—just in case she heads somewhere else before heading home. I don’t know how observant she is, but my guess is she’ll recognize the two of us if we show up at her next stop. Rick is good at ghosting folks, but it’s bad fieldcraft to use the same person twice in a row.”

“Yep,” he said, squeezing her hand. “Give Logan a ring and get him in position near the Whole Foods. Like you said, it’s only been one day. We might use up everybody by the time she calls it quits for the morning.”

“They need to send us another team,” she said, grabbing the push-to-talk satellite phone from the center console. “Or at least free up Ward. It’s a waste of resources to have him sitting on Gray’s apartment with Sandy.”

“I think he’s there in case Gray shows up,” said Rudd. “So CONTROL can exercise all of its options.”

“Sandy is more than capable of taking out Gray by herself,” said Jolene.

“I agree, but two exponentially increases the odds,” said Rudd. “Then again, we could use some help with Young. I have a feeling she’s the key to finding Gray.”

A few minutes later, they followed Logan Walsh’s inconspicuous Honda Accord into the Whole Foods parking lot. Walsh had pulled directly in front of them from the Hilton Garden Inn parking lot, which lay halfway between the coffee shop and the shopping center, on Broad Street.

“What the hell is he doing?” asked Rudd.