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26
SEAN
Sitting in my car, blocks from the bar, I grip my phone, willing it to deliver the information. Something must’ve gone wrong. The tracker Dee was supposed to put on Armand should’ve sent the guy’s location to this phone when he left the bar, but the screen is blank.
“It’s not working,” I tell Geraldo.
He looks at me nervously, tilts the phone in my hand, so he can see it. “Dead?”
I cringe at his word choice. “No. It’s got a charge, mate, and this all worked fine earlier.”
I hit my steering wheel. “Bollocks. It’s been forty minutes.”
I’ve texted Dee three times. No response. Trying not to panic, I punch her number into my phone. It doesn’t go through, and we tested the call before she left too. What changed?
Geraldo looks out the window and down the street, as if he’s planning to start walking around, looking for her.
Bugger.I got one last option. “One sec,” I tell Geraldo.
I reach into my cup holder, pull out the burner phone Dee gave me for emergency use only, and step out of the car. I walk down the street so Geraldo can’t hear.
Dee, Dada—that’s a lovely name—would not want him to know any of this. And I’m sworn to secrecy.
I open the phone and hit the one number she’d programmed into it.
A man answers. “D?”
“Hi, Tony, mate, this is Sean—” Fuck. Should’ve said Juan. “Dee’s informant. I need your help.”
I hear static and noises I can’t place. He says, “What’s going on?”
“She’s trailing Armand. I’m her backup. I’m supposed to give her a hand,” I don’t mention Geraldo, who has gotten out of the car and is now watching me. He wants her safe as much as I do, and to finally prove his innocence. “Problem is, the tracker she put on him, the one that’s supposed to follow him isn’t showing up on my phone.”
“Hold,” Tony says, “checking her GPS.”
GPS? What does that mean? I press the phone hard to my ear, trying to hear into the room where Tony has the cell muffled.
I hear him shout, “Fuck protocols! Give me the information.” A split second later, he’s back. “Sean?”
“Here.”
“Last known location is a street corner. It’s not exact, but, chances are, when you get eyes down there, the place you’re looking for will be obvious. Look for a place that practically begs you to stay away. Her last known is two miles from where you are now.”
How does he know where I am?“Last known?”
“It’s the last place her signal came through. After that, her signal winks out. My guess is she went into a building with advanced jamming equipment. I’ve sent the nearest street corner, because jammers, whether handheld or bigger—have a limited range. In this case, it’s probably one or two buildings, so she’ll be close to her last known.”
The phone in my hand beeps. I look, expecting to have to locate the text message on this unfamiliar phone, but what appears is a map with a blinking red dot. I’m that dot. How the fuck?
Back by the car, Geraldo is pacing.
“Thanks, Tony,” I say, as I motion Geraldo that it’s time to go. He slips into the passenger seat.
Tony asks, “Do you have a gun?”
Ice-cold dread snakes through my body. “Aye. Dee left one in the glove compartment.”
“You don’t sound super confident.”
