Wylie was finishing his third cigarette when he pulled out his cell and held it to his ear, as if he’d just gotten a call. He said a few words, pitched the cigarette butt into the gutter, and took off down the street, moving a little fast for a guy with an injured back. He climbed behind the wheel of an old gray Corolla. Piper stuck the camera out the window and took another shot as he pulled away.

“Now can we have a high-speed chase?” Coop asked.

“Maybe next time.”

***

Piper was a good driver, alert and agile behind the wheel. He’d noticed that on their drive to Canada. She kept well back from the Corolla as it headed north a few blocks, turned onto Racine, and again onto Eighteenth. Eventually Wylie eased the car down a street partially closed for road construction. Coop could see a liquor store and taco place, but not much else. Pipe pulled into a loading zone, set aside her Nikon, and grabbed her cell instead. “Stay here,” she said as she opened the car door. “I mean it, Coop. You’re too conspicuous.”

He hated that she was right, but it was a mild evening, and there were enough people on the street to make it certain he’d be recognized. Still, it was a tough neighborhood, and he hated the idea of her going off alone.

He glanced at his watch as she disappeared around the construction barricades. He’d been with her for a couple of hours, and he still hadn’t told her what had happened earlier today. He needed to get it over with instead of putting it off, but he could already predict her reaction.

He drummed his fingers on his knees and gazed toward the corner where she’d disappeared. He knew how competent she was. She could take care of herself. She probably had that Glock stuck in her jacket pocket. But he felt like a pussy sitting here while she was out there by herself.

More minutes ticked by until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He checked the backseat again for a ball cap or anything he could use to mask his identity, but found only a pair of purple sunglasses. Screw it. He got out of the car.

Just then, she came around the corner. He slipped back inside, but not before she’d seen him. “Leg cramp,” he said as she climbed back in.

She rolled her eyes at him and started the car. “It looks like Wylie’s back problem is all better.” She passed over her cell.