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hand. "But thanks anyway for trying. I've got to get down to the hospital. I—" Timmy stopped, frowned, and pointed to the bench next to Jack. "Hey, you got something stuck on your coat."
    And then he was heading for the door.
    Jack looked down at his bomber jacket and saw a black, dime-size disk stuck to the leather. He pulled it off and held it up to the light.
    Damn thing looked like an electronic bug or—
    He went cold.
    Or a tracking device.
    And if so, he'd led them here.
    But maybe not yet. Maybe he still had a chance.
    Timmy, he thought as he hopped from his seat and hurried toward Julio's front door, you just paid me back more than you'll ever know.

7

    Cal rode shotgun with the mobile tracking receiver on his lap while Zeklos drove and Miller hung over the backrest, watching the blip on the tracker.
    "Looks like Upper West Side," Miller said.
    Cal nodded as he studied the screen. Things looked good. They were stuck on Amsterdam and 70th in the perpetual traffic jam where Broadway pushed through on a diagonal. The transponder was signaling from almost dead ahead. The guy hadn't moved for maybe ten minutes.
    "Mid eighties is my guess."
    Zeklos said, "It will not be long now."
    They'd already had the tracking receiver in the car because the original plan—before Miller killed them—had been to follow the three mouth breathers to others of their breed. But the black suits were a problem, so they'd stopped long enough for a change. The suits had their uses, but not when sneaking up on somebody who might have an eye out for them. They'd chosen nondescript civvies from the collection in the back of the truck, but layered. Who knew—they might have to spend some time out in the cold.
    "My guess is he's home."
    Miller leaned back.
    "Isn't that nice. Probably warming his feet by a fire. Hope he's comfy. He's about to have company."
    "Yes, he is, but no shooting unless you have to. I want to know who this guy is and where he fits into the big picture."
    "Fine," Miller said, "but he's got some dues to pay for sticking that gun in the back of my neck."
    Miller… a goddamn loose cannon. And Zeklos… Zeklos had competency issues.
    "Look, he could have pulled the trigger, but he didn't. He didn't mess with the girl and he gave us back our hardware. We're no worse for the wear. Not even a scratch. So ease up."
    "Nobody does that to me and walks away scot-free."
    "Yes," said Zeklos. "And I do not forget what he has said about my teeth."
    Cal ground his own teeth.
    "You guys got the best look at him. Remember anything else about him?"
    Zeklos shrugged. "Average-looking man. In the middle of his thirties perhaps. Leather jacket and jeans."
    "Wasn't very big, I can tell you that," Miller said.
    "Short?"
    "Nah. In between."
    "Great. An average-looking, average-height guy in his mid-thirties dressed like a zillion others like him. What happened to all your observational training?"
    "His knit hat—it was pulled low," Zeklos said. "That hides very much."
    "We're going to have to be right on top of him before we know it's him."
    Zeklos said, "I will know him when I see him. And then we see who has bad teeth."
    Cal turned back to the screen and saw something he didn't like.
    "Damn! He's moving again."
    Miller bungeed up against the backrest. "Where?"
    "Looks like downtown. Make your next right, Zek. Maybe we can head him off."
    Crosstown was a slow go, but when they hit Central Park West the transponder was signaling from the right.
    "He's downtown from here. Go!"
    The trouble with these RF trackers was they didn't give you a good idea of distance to the object. Could be three cars ahead, could be a mile.
    They followed the signal down Broadway and had just passed Times Square when it suddenly veered to the left and then behind.
    "Stop!"
    The truck was still moving as Cal jumped out with the tracking receiver in hand. He ran back and watched the blip veer right. He looked up and saw a guy in an overcoat getting out of a cab.
    "There