Walsh carried the money in a gym bag slung over her shoulder. The bag was smaller than Pike thought, but he could see the weight in her walk.

She hefted it onto Cole’s dining room table, and opened it, letting Pike see why the package was small. The bills were in vacu-packed bricks, bound in clear plastic wrap.

She said, “It isn’t all real. Half a million is funny money we took off a drug dealer.”

Cole said, “What if Jakovich checks?”

Hurwitz laughed.

“You’d better start running.”

Walsh placed a form on the table and handed a pen to Pike.

“You have to sign for it. If Darko delivers, don’t use it, but it’s the best I could do with this little time. C’mon, sign, and let’s figure this out. I have a lot of people to coordinate.”

Cole said, “Aren’t you going to let him count it?”

“Stop being stupid.”

Pike signed, and pushed back the form.

Walsh said, “Where’s the girl’s sister?”

Cole brought Rina from the guest room. She looked shrunken, and even more pale. Rodriguez placed her under arrest as Cole snipped off the plasti-cuffs. The agent immediately turned her around, and cuffed her again. Hurwitz repeated everything Rodriguez told her in Serbian.

Pike said, “For what it’s worth, at the end, she helped.”

“Goody for her. If she helps when it comes time to testify, it might do her some good.”

Rina looked at Pike as Rodriguez led her out, and said something in Serbian, but Pike didn’t know what she said.

Hurwitz looked at him.

“You speak it?”

“No.”

“She hopes you do it for Ana.”

Walsh looked irritated, as if they were wasting time.

“What about the kid? Where is he?”

“Someplace safe.”

She started to say something, but shook her head and changed course.

“Forget it. Okay, let’s go through this. What are we doing?”

Pike said, “Jon.”

Stone held up something that looked like the GPS locator he removed from Pike’s Jeep.

“Remember this?”

Walsh reddened as Stone went on.

“It’s not yours. We canned the one you put on his Jeep. This one’s mine. White-burst digital ceramic, no RF, will not show on airport scanners or wands. It’s better than yours.”

The SRT agent laughed.

“But my dick is bigger.”

Stone ignored him.

“One on Pike, one on Cole—they’re going together—and one on their vehicle, Pike’s Jeep. We link through a receiver that repeats on my laptop. I can email the software to you, and slave the repeater.”

Hurwitz went to the door, and called to the agents outside.

“Carlos. Get in here, dude. We’re into some technical stuff.”