“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, we are now. Thank you for asking. It was terrifying, honestly. I knew a cop was out there that night, but I knew Anthony wasn’t coming home. He’s good at anticipating trouble.”

She didn’t seem concerned that the agent had died. “You have a safe place?”

“Very safe.” She laughed, but it was a brittle sound. “I have two French police officers sitting in front of my house. Hopefully they’ll keep Anthony away if he decides to chase us.”

“You taped my business card back together?”

“Of course. I think you knew I would. Anthony had cameras everywhere. Having that man, that DJ Belmont, jump the electric fence and murder the three men Anthony left on guard . . . I saw him kill one of the men. I’ve . . . I’ve never seen anyone die before.”

Tom didn’t think he believed that. “How can I help you, Mrs. Ward?” he asked.

“You can catch my husband and put him behind bars so that I can sleep again.”

That he believed. “Can you tell me where he is?”

“Yes. Did you find my cell phone?”

Tom frowned. “Yes, ma’am. We found all your devices in a very neat stack.”

“I wanted Anthony to know I’d left for good if he found the electronics first. I can give you the password to my cell phone. I wiped everything but the app I used to track him.”

He shared a shocked glance with Croft. “You can track him?”

“Always have been able to. He never thought I was very smart. But I am. So do you want the password or not?”

“Of course I do. Please.”

“9-3-5-5-6-9. Spells ‘yellow.’ That’s also the password for the app.”

Croft noted it and gave Tom a thumbs-up.

“Got it,” he said. “Which app are you using? I’m not at the field office right now, so I don’t have immediate access to your phone.”

“FindMyCheatingSpouse dot com. User name is Angie W.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We’re square now. You gave me a heads-up on Belmont. My kids slept in my bed that night. I kept the dog in my room, too, along with a small arsenal. I didn’t sleep at all. I was terrified. If you put that sonofabitch I married away, I’ll owe you another.”

Tom didn’t know what to say to that. “Have a safe day, ma’am.”

She ended the call and Tom slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Oh. My. God,” Croft breathed.

Tom glanced over to see her staring at her phone with huge grin. “What?”

She turned that grin his direction. “Guess where Kowalski is? You’ll never guess, so I’ll tell you. Here. On this road. About twenty minutes north.”

Tom blinked. “What?”

“He’s on this road. What’dya bet it’s a coincidence?”

“No such thing,” Tom murmured. “So Kowalski is following DJ?”

“He does have a score to settle.”

“But how did Kowalski know . . . Never mind. We can ask when we find him.”