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rubber went in the toilet, the other over the edge of
the trash bin.
    Back in the hall, she recovered his cell
phone; pulled out her own and removed the false back. 12 MicroSD
cards were secured there—6 originals, 6 backups—each loaded with
spyware.
    She opened the flap covering the external
storage port on his phone and ejected the chip, selected the one
that matched from her array. 30 seconds later, his storage chip
rested in its housing and his phone was in his pants pocket, the
spyware embedded in the core of the machine’s operating system.
When he used it later he’d never know the stealth software whirred
away in the background.
    That was just icing. Zio could toss the
thing and they’d be back at square one.
    The real target in this ruse was the elusive
Sanzio Galletti himself.
    Not exactly the head of an international
drug cartel but, in spite of the name, Sanzio was no saint.
Second-in-command to his older, even more elusive brother, Abrahan,
and what the Brothers Galletti dabbled in was far more dangerous
than any street drug tweakers and geekers chased down to get up.
These men operated in information. Top secret information with the
potential to destroy governments and destabilize small nations.
    Dangerous, indeed.
    Twisting her skirt half a turn, she fingered
the hem, finding one of two inch-by-quarter-inch microsyringes
she’d carefully sewn in. Another rip—this outfit really wasn’t holding together well—and she forced the plastic
encapsulated tube out, shook the viscous gray liquid within. From
the stylus slot of her phone she extracted a sterile needle only
slighter thicker than the business end of an acupuncture needle and
screwed the connections together.
    Pinch the skin between his shoulder blades,
insert the needle, slowly depress the plunger and voilà! ,
he’d be tagged. As the fluid was forced through the needle and into
his body, it hardened into a continuous filament that transmitted
data to a satellite overhead. The type of cutting edge stuff DARPA
had probably already deemed obsolete. Things moved fast in the
world of clandestine operations….
    The sirens wailed, closer.
    Done playing nurse, Kizzie made quick work
of cleaning up, tucking the used items into the empty bag and then
into her pocket. She slid on her sandals and placed a call.
    “ Thank you for calling Dornwell
Holdings, ” an automated dulcet intoned. “ If you know your
party’s extension, please enter it now… For English, press— ”
Kizzie punched in a code and waited. Ten bars of terrible hold
music filtered through the receiver—an inventive mashup of
classical, jazz, electronica, and
‘please-oh-please-kill-me-now’—and then a groggy human voice
whispered, “Tony’s pizza.”
    Kizzie rolled her eyes. Some people were
just so paranoid. “Large pineapple and anchovy. Hold the
anchovy.”
    A slight huff came from the man on the other
end. “Comin’ to pick it up?”
    “Don’t I always?”
    He ended the call, and Kizzie stooped to
recover her earring. She checked Zio’s palm—no ink—wiped down the
gun and forced it into his hold.
    Her phone vibrated. “Something wrong?” Agent
Fletcher asked, obviously annoyed at being disturbed at this
ungodly hour. She couldn’t blame him so spared him her usual dose
of sass.
    “All done.”
    He cleared his throat. “ Done ? We
agreed to move in two weeks.”
    “Did we? He’s locked and loaded. Activate
the phone; body tracer’s in.” Fletcher fumbled around on his end
and Kizzie continued. “Might want to check into a Silvia Moniz as a
K.A.”
    “Got it. Phone’ll be a minute. Just
confirmed the filament is live. Fixed position, a couple miles east
of the airport…consistent with one of the addresses you pinned as a
possible hideaway.”
    “Ding, ding. Give the man a Kewpie
doll.”
    “Glad you’re out safely, but this was a
dangerous op, Kizzie.”
    “And here I thought I’d be gettin’ licked by
kittens.” Okay, so she couldn’t hold the