“Leaving the Sokolovs’ neighborhood.”

“Good. Turn around.” He gave Tom a new address, literally around the corner from Karl and Irina. “Belongs to a Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Smythe.”

Tom instantly understood. “That’s where Belmont’s been hiding?”

“It appears so. We’ve identified the woman whose car was stolen. Kathy McGrail. She was supposed to return home from a business trip this morning, but she wasn’t there when her husband woke up. He called her boss and learned that she’d come home early, wanting to surprise him.”

“On Saturday night,” Tom murmured.

“Exactly. That got him even more worried, of course, so he did a Find My Phone.”

“But Belmont destroyed her phone.”

“Yes, but she had an iPad in the car, and the app identified its last known location as of six this morning. After that the battery died. Get there ASAP. Rodriguez is right behind you.”

Tom checked his rearview and, sure enough, Agent Rodriguez was following him. “Thank you. Do we have a warrant to search?”

“We have permission from the homeowner. The wife was out of town with her grandchildren, but is on her way home. Her husband wasn’t answering her calls and she got worried because he’d texted that he’d been sick.”

“Make and model of Mrs. McGrail’s car?”

“Blue Honda Civic, three years old. Feed from the security cameras at the radio station show it parked down the block when the station blew. We put out a BOLO and got lucky. The car was spotted by SacPD, which is following now. Driver is wearing glasses and a wig, but is the same height and weight as Belmont. I’ve sent agents to back up SacPD, with instructions to intercept the car and take Belmont into custody ASAP.”

Yes. Finally, Tom thought, his pulse thrumming. “Where is he?”

“About twenty minutes from you. I expect to have him in custody before he arrives. If we don’t, do not engage Belmont without backup. I’ve sent more backup to your location.”

“Yes, sir. I’m pulling up to the Smythes’ house now. Will call you back soon.”

He met Rodriguez at the front door. The other agent had a battering ram and together they broke the door in. The house was very quiet, but the scene in the dining room proved that Belmont had been there. Several sticks of dynamite lay on the dining room table, wires and detonation caps strewn about.

“Dammit,” Tom said. He pointed to two sets of packaging. “He bought two alarm clocks.”

“Two bombs,” Rodriguez said. “My money’s on the Sokolovs’ house for the second.”

“Mine too. They know not to accept any deliveries, but we need to alert them.”

Rodriguez was already texting. “I sent a message to Raeburn and the agent he put in charge of guarding their house. They’ll get a bomb squad out there to sweep the property to make sure he hasn’t already managed to get a package into the house. Let’s keep going. Keep your eyes open for the homeowner. I don’t think he’ll be in good shape, if he’s still alive.”