When he disconnected, Cain signaled to him. “I’ve checked two locations, and at the time of the call, there was nobody in sight.”
Mercy, Caitlin, and Malco each confirmed the same thing for the other locations.
“That confirms we’ve been had. Rutherford tossed us a red herring, but again, why?”
Malco seemed to ponder that. “If he did kidnap her, either he doesn’t have her anymore, or he’s trying to deflect suspicion. Both possibilities make him an equally dangerous man.”
“Only if he knows that we know. I haven’t called him yet to give him an update.”
“We need eyes on him. We need to find where he’s going. From what you’ve told us, Raymond Rutherford is a hands-on kind of man. If he indeed kidnapped his niece, he knows where she is and has probably been going to see her.”
Caitlin had a point and Kingsley considered putting a tail on him, but he had to play it safe to make sure he didn’t endanger Sydney any more than she already was. “He probably isn’t working alone. If we follow him, it could tip off anyone that’s with him to our presence.”
“And setting up that type of operation, closing in on a target and figuring out all the players, could take weeks.”
Mercy also had a point. There had to be another way.
It was Caitlin who suggested a solution. “In your opinion, is Rutherford a thorough man, the type to dot all his I’s and cross all his T’s?”
Kingsley frowned, not sure where she was going with that question. “I’d say so, yes.”
“Rich, with access to the latest technology, and lots of expensive toys… I guess if I owned such awesome cars, I’d make sure they were all properly insured and fitted with the latest tech, so if some dumbass tried to steal one, I could track them.”
And then it clicked.
Malco smiled. “Lady, I love how your brain works. It’s usually a coded tracking system, but far from unbreakable. I know how it works. I used one on an op in South America, worked like a charm in the jungle as it was linked to a satellite. Any of you have access to Rutherford’s insurance account? I’m sure he was greedy enough to ask for a rebate if he had something like that installed.”
In a matter of minutes, not only had Malco confirmed Rutherford had installed a tracker on three of his luxury cars, but Mercy, Cain, and Caitlin had tracked their routes over the last 72 hours. One caught their attention. The vehicle had gone to the same location three times and was currently there as they spoke.
Kingsley knew in his gut it was the next step. “I think we need a bit of fresh air. And confirm we aren’t working for a crook. Anyone fancy a ride?”