Page 57 of Defending You
Asher leaned back, thinking it through. “The Philly train station was near where I ditched the truck. They know who you are and where you’re from, so they must’ve assumed we’d headnorth and east. The train to Boston was a solid theory. And who knows that they didn’t send men to intercept other trains that left last night?”
How could it have only been the night before?
“Do you think he has that many men at his disposal?”
“No way of knowing.”
“But Gagnon himself was at the barn, meaning he’d been reasonably confident he would find us near the airfield.”
“Which is why I suspect a mole. Someone told them we were going to Hanscom. They were watching for us. There weren’t that many hiding places on that road, so the barn was a logical spot to check after we tried to lose them.”
That made sense. She swallowed hard, the memory of those men closing in sending a shiver down her spine. “We need to figure out who the rest of those guys are. Maybe there’s some connection to…somebody. Maybe organized crime. We need to know what we’re dealing with.”
“You saw the same photos as I did. Did any of them look familiar?”
They hadn’t, which seemed odd to her. Where had Gagnon hired all those men? “I need to call my sister and see if she can identify the men who’ve been following us.”
Asher smirked. “How in the world could she do that?”
Cici wasn’t sure, but now that it had occurred to her, she realized that if anybody could track them down, Alyssa could. She reached for the cell phone Asher had left sitting on the table.
He cupped his hand over hers, the connection sending awareness through her body. “Wait. Seriously, how could she possibly?—”
“Traffic cams? She has resources.”
“But…” Asher didn’t move his hand. She could practically hear his gears spinning, looking for a reason why her idea was bad.
“We can trust my sister.”
“I’m not saying… It’s just, Gagnon knows who you are. He might be tracking her.”
“Alyssa used to work for the NSA. She knows how to keep her activity hidden.”
Another moment passed before he slid his hand off hers. “Okay. Go ahead.”
She dialed her sister’s number and, when Alyssa answered, explained what she was looking for.
“Best option is CCTV outside the police station.” Alyssa didn’t waste any time with niceties, worries, advice, or sillyHow you holding up?questions. She got right to work, the sound of typing carrying through the phone. “Can you give me the address?”
“I don’t remember. It was a huge building, though, not far from downtown.”
“Here’s one on Broad Street,” Alyssa said.
“That sounds right.”
“What time Friday?”
“Late afternoon…around four, I think. And then they found us again yesterday. Hold on a sec.” She focused on Asher. “Where were we yesterday when they caught up with us?”
He navigated to a map on his laptop and read off the name of the street and the cross streets.
“Got it,” Alyssa said. “Doubt there are cameras there, but they had to get there somehow. Any chance you got a license plate number?”
Asher shook his head.
“No. It was a green Ford pickup truck,” she said. “Four doors, newer model, and a beige Honda Accord. I’d guess eight to ten years old.”
Asher’s eyebrows hiked, like he was impressed she’d observed so much.
