He mentally checked off his laptop and the new high-powered binoculars and GPS trackers he’d also purchased from Amazon, along with the revolver he’d brought from Eden and the pistol he’d taken from the costume store college kid. He tucked Regina’s golden gun into his jacket pocket. The silencer made it his gun of choice. He’d need to get some ammo soon, though. The magazine held fifteen rounds, so it was technically illegal in California, but Ephraim wasn’t going to tell and Regina no longer could.

He didn’t know how he’d manage it, but he wanted to hide a GPS tracker on Sokolov’s vehicle so that he didn’t have to risk following them so closely. Plus, not having to watch every move they made would let him actually sleep tonight, a definite plus. There was no way he’d get a tracker on any of the cars while they sat in front of the house in Granite Bay, but he might be able to get close enough once they all dispersed.

He hurried down the stairs, double-checking MacGuire’s restraints before heading for the door. It would be easier to simply kill the guy, but something held him back. Maybe the calm acceptance in the man’s eyes. If MacGuire was trying to use reverse psychology to stay alive, it was working.

Plus, this guy had access to a lot of money. Money that Ephraim might need, and certainly wanted. Grabbing MacGuire’s car keys from the hook on the wall, he waved. “See you later.”

There were three cars in the garage—a classic Corvette, a Mercedes convertible, and a newer Cadillac, which somehow managed to look boring. He took the Caddy and backed out of MacGuire’s driveway just in time to see the convoy of cars from the Sokolovs’ house passing by.

At the front of the line was the rental car that had arrived that afternoon, carrying the black man whose identity Ephraim still didn’t know. That bugged him, because the guy was a wild card and Ephraim didn’t like not knowing what to expect.

Second in line was the gray Suburban in which Sokolov and Mercy had arrived along with Gideon. The Asian lady brought up the rear in a blue Range Rover.

Ephraim had run those plates too, and they belonged to Erin Rhee. According to the Internet, she was Sokolov’s SacPD partner and had also been injured along with Sokolov the night they and Gideon had taken down that serial killer, rescuing Mercy. He’d found a number of articles on the case, once he’d known what to look for.

Ephraim followed the caravan as it got on I-80, making sure there were always at least four cars between Rhee’s Range Rover and Sean MacGuire’s Cadillac. He almost lost them when they exited the highway, but it wasn’t too hard to find three cars in a slow-moving line.

They came to a stop in front of an old Victorian that appeared to be fully restored and well kept. Three mailboxes were mounted near the curb, so the house had probably been subdivided. A hot pink Mini Cooper was parked on the street in front of the house.