“So, I show up, and it’s the beginning of the new, altered game,” she stated. “So, after that mess, he’s watching to see if I figure out the next set of clues. When I see them, I’m pointed East by the clock, and the blood splatters on a license plate.”
Ethan was curious.
“Did we run the plate?”
She paused.
“No.”
Well, that was the best place to start then.
Using the tablet, she took the numbers on the license plate, and put them in. They came back with nothing.
“It’s not a valid plate.”
Ethan was focused.
“Run the numbers, but take DC out of the equation.”
She did, and they had a hit, and she didn’t like it. It was to a car in South Carolina.
“Is that what I think it is?” Callen asked, seeing the name. “Please say it’s not.”
It was.
‘Registration belongs to Anthony Morell. Forty-seven Filmore Avenue, Salem, South Carolina.’
Only, there was no way that was possible.
Chris went there.
“How? He’s dead,” Chris said. “He’s been dead for a couple of years now, when he tried to take you down,” he stated.
Yeah, well, she was aware.
As he asked, Elizabeth saw the renewal date.
“It was renewed in the South Carolina DMV last year. He was leaving another clue.”
But what?
That was the question.
“He’s been planning this for a while,” she admitted. “I put a hole in Tony for trying to kill us.”
Chris lowered his voice.
“Is there a way he could have known any of this?” he asked. “These are all very personal things. Someone is either helping him or he’s buying intel. It feels like less and less of him only having older file information.”
She hoped it was the latter.
If someone was helping him, someone she loved, Elizabeth would lose her mind.
Betrayal was always ugly.
Ethan offered his opinion.
“I’m betting he was preparing you for another drop. He likely will make some victims show up there. He was also testing to see if you figured out the clue, or if you missed it.”
