Chapter 78

They dove in, and seconds later Stuart had pulled it out of the lot onto the busy boulevard. “Sorry for the hurry up,” he said, “but someone leaked info about our interest in the targets and they left the conclave post haste.”

“Been doing that Word a Day calendar again Stu,” Troy asked with a laugh as he stripped out of the coveralls he’d been wearing. Stuart flipped him off before returning his attention to the road.

Ginna’s coveralls were already lying in a heap on the van floor, the cap resting on top of them. Loosening her hair she ran her fingers through it, then leaned back against the van’s side wall. “At least we got what we were after,” she said, fingering the flash drive.

“Yep, and I installed the spy stick program,” Troy told Stuart. “If we’re lucky they won’t look for it, or find it if they go searching. Gotta love the Old Man’s techies.”

“Now what?” Ginna asked.

“Get the flash drive to Van and then see if we can figure out where Frankie got to.”