Street Game (GhostWalkers #8)(74)
Author: Christine Feehan

I’ve got his cell. Jaimie, you ready?

Yes. Do they have a chip? Or are they working with a mirror program?

Chip. You can back-trace with no problem, Jaimie. Javier dropped the cell back into the Sergeant Major’s pocket as he bent to pull his book out of his backpack.

Everything’s in place.

Initiate the call, Mack, Jaimie advised. They’ll begin tracing and my program will begin the trace instantly.

“Incoming call, Sergeant Major. Stay on as long as possible,” Mack said. “You’ll be talking to Paul. Talk about fishing. Tell him you’re in a coffee shop and will see him after the meeting. Follow his lead.”

Sergeant Major dipped his hand into his pocket as the phone rang, sipping at his coffee, his back to the room.

Oh, yeah, Javier said, they’re recording his call just like you figured, Mack.

Mack hadn’t realized he was so tense. He let his breath out. Jaimie?

I’m on it. I already had a good idea where we were going with this, Mack, Jaimie said. They’re bouncing all over the place, but they aren’t going to get away. Not this time.

She was referring to the trace she’d started in her home. He still wasn’t comfortable involving Jaimie. Strange, it had been so important that they work together before. He’d wanted her on his team, believing her special skills could keep them all alive. Now he just wanted her safe and happy. It was much more difficult than he’d imagined trusting her safety to someone else, even to Javier, who he knew loved Jaimie.

He could hear Sergeant Major talking to Paul. His voice was a little strained, but he managed a laugh in all the appropriate places. His respect for Paul rose sharply.

The boy sounded relaxed and very much a son calling his father, looking forward to seeing him. He led the conversation skillfully, talking about a fictitious woman he’d met a few nights earlier and was hoping to see more of. He asked about his father staying over and maybe going out to the Farallon Islands to whale watch, and seemed genuinely disappointed when his father declined and said he had to get back to Washington. Several times Griffen shifted restlessly, but he didn’t break position.

Got it! There was triumph in Jaimie’s voice. Let’s get him out.

Mack signaled to Paul to end the conversation. The boy talked a few more minutes and told his father he would see him after the meeting. Griffen’s voice was gruff as he told Paul he loved him. There was a small silence. Mack had the feeling expressing emotion for his son wasn’t something the sergeant major did often.

“We’ll get him out safely,” Mack found himself reassuring Paul.

Paul nodded. “I know, boss.” He flashed a small grin. “Are you going to hit him upside the head like you did me?”

Mack grinned back. “I think I’ll skip that part.”

Sergeant Major is getting ready to move.

Mack snapped back to attention. “Walk out the door and turn left. Approach the fountain. Take out your cell phone. They can track you anywhere just using the phone. It has to be thoroughly soaked. Accidentally drop it in the fountain when you get jostled. I want you to get wet and have to buy new clothes. There’s a men’s shop just up the block. You’ve bought a couple of suits there before.”

Paul had told him that whenever Sergeant Major wanted a nice suit, he preferred the exclusive shop and would fly to San Francisco to acquire one. It was easy enough for Paul to go into the shop, identify himself as Griffen’s son, and purchase a new suit for him, made to his precise measurements. It was waiting along with socks, shoes, and underwear as well as a coat.

“Remove everything, Sergeant Major. There’s a medical kit. There’s a tracking device under your skin. Probably on your hip. That’s where we found all of ours.

You’ll need to remove that. We’ve got a man inside who will sweep you for more and help stitch you up. You’ll need to be fast. Once the tracking devices go down, they’ll be on to us. Once we take you, they’ll send in their troops to try to kill or reacquire you. This will shake them up. You’re here on legitimate business so no one will ever know any of this happened once we take them down, but you can stay under their thumb until we remove the threat or come out now. Your call whether we go all the way or not.”

“Get me the hell out from under this bastard,” Sergeant Major snapped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he faked a cough.

Sergeant Major walked outside, looked around, and whipped out his cell phone again, moving toward the sculpted fountain. He frowned at his phone as he walked, going through his address book with his thumb.

Skull-boy gave up on the women. They caught the trolley. He’s on his way back, Lucas reported. I think they were genuine tourists, boss.

Get back here and get into place. We’re going to need precision. Jaimie, as soon as they’re out of there, get clear. Get back to the warehouse and barricade yourself in.

No problem, Mack. I’ve got the easy part. Be safe, all of you.

Javier wandered out of the coffee shop directly behind Bond-boy. The man stopped abruptly in the doorway, making a show of putting on his dark glasses. Javier bumped into his back, planting the homing device easily.

“Hey, dude. Keep moving,” Javier said rudely, shoving past and dropping his board on the ground.

Bond-boy flipped him off, already turning his attention to Sergeant Major. Javier gave a small kick-push and took off down the sidewalk.

Sergeant Major pushed the call button to begin dialing a number as he leaned down to look at the bottom of the fountain where the light display played through the water. Something bumped his arm and he whipped his head around to see an elderly man reeling, trying to maintain his balance. He dropped his phone and caught the man.

“I’m sorry, I was pushed,” the man said, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention. “Your phone . . .”

“It’s all right,” Sergeant Major assured as he removed his jacket. “It’s just a phone.” He rolled up his sleeve but even then, when he reached through the water to retrieve the cell phone, his immaculate white shirt was instantly wet.

Bond-boy isn’t happy, Gideon reported. He’s moving in on Sergeant Major. I can take him if he gets ugly.

Give him some room, Gideon, Mack advised. We knew they wouldn’t like losing the cell.

Sergeant Major retrieved the cell, shook the water pouring out of it, and turned it off, cursing under his breath, even as he again reassured the elderly man that it wasn’t his fault. He glanced at his watch and set off briskly going up the block toward the men’s shop. The man with the dark glasses fell in behind him, mixing with the crowd.