“It’s not so easy,” the tech said. “It’s one thing to track the A car when you’ve got him in your sights, but finding him in a landscape is going to be nearly impossible.”

“I don’t care, do it!”

Stone watched the lone cyclist as she pedaled down the little lane. “Anybody got a map of the area?” he asked.

“Here,” Plumber replied, spreading a large-scale map of the area on a table. “She came up here from her house to the roundabout,” he said, pointing, “and then she left it here.” He ran his finger up the road. “She exited the paved road here, and she’s going up this lane.”

“What’s this?” Stone asked, pointing to a green area up the lane.

“It’s a copse of trees, with a clearing in the middle.”

“Look at this,” Carpenter said, pointing at the trees.

Carroll had cycled into the clearing, and a car was waiting for her. A man got out.

“Here’s the buy,” Carpenter said. “Get me Mason.” Somebody handed her a cellphone. “Mason? Close on the following map coordinates.” She read them off.

“We’ve got a problem here,” Plumber said, pointing at the map. Everybody gathered around him. “There are three roads out of the clearing, in different directions.”

“Dammit,” Carpenter said. She spoke into the cellphone again. “Mason, check the coordinates; there are three exits from the clearing; you’ve got to cover them all. I don’t care, pull your men off Morgan’s house and get them out there; I am not going to lose the device, and I am not going to lose Cabot. Do it!”

Stone went and stood behind the tech. “Are you having any luck locating Morgan?”

“Not yet,” the young man said.

“I think it’s very important that you find his car.” He turned to the other screen. “What’s Carroll doing?”

“See for yourself,” Carpenter said. Carroll and the man she had met were embracing. “Looks as though Cabot gives this lady a lot of personal attention. Any luck on Morgan’s car?”

“Not yet.”

“Zero in on Morgan’s house,” she said. “Let’s see if he returned home.”

“That’s easy,” the tech replied, tapping his keyboard. “Here we are; all is quiet.”

“Work outward from the house in circles; see if you can find him in the neighborhood. Maybe he stopped at the pub, or for groceries.”

“Will do,” the tech replied.

Carpenter moved back to Carroll’s screen. She stared at it for a moment, then laughed. “I don’t believe it!”

“What?” Stone asked.

“They’re fucking.” She pointed at the screen. They had spread out a blanket, and the principal view was of a man’s bare back.

Then the tech widened the view. “Here come our people,” the tech said. Cars could be seen approaching the copse from three directions.