Page 100 of Hunted to Be Mine
“Bullshit.” I leaned in. “What else are you not saying?”
He didn’t blink. “Everything that matters to the op.”
“Which means nothing that gets me to Selina.”
We held. Neither of us gave.
“What about vehicle recognition?” Mattie interjected. “Make and model. Cross with traffic cams along likely routes.”
“Already running. Limited hits. They swapped vehicles twice. I sent it all to Commander Dawson for another pass.”
“So we’ve got nothing.”
“We’ve got more than yesterday. We’re moving.”
“While Dresner still has her.”
“Running blind won’t help. We don’t know where she is.”
“I don’t need progress reports. I need a location.”
His mouth thinned. “You think I don’t want to find her? She’s my colleague.”
“And your job matters more than her life. Got it.”
“My job is saving lives at a scale you can’t imagine. One person versus thousands.”
“Her life.”
The laptop chimed. Damon took the call.
Commander Dawson filled the display. Calm face, busy HQ behind him. Analysts, maps, movement.
“Seok. Dr. Prieto.” Dawson’s gaze landed on me. “Mr. Lennox.”
I folded my arms. Didn’t answer to the name.
“Update, sir?”
“We tracked the SUV to three possibles. All dead ends.”
A knot pulled tight. “Dead ends how?”
“The SUV was left in a garage near the central station. We flagged every vehicle that left within the hour. Three stood out: a delivery van, a taxi, a private sedan.”
“And?” Mattie leaned forward.
“The van belongs to a bakery with no ties to Oblivion. The taxi driver checks out. The sedan’s registered to a retired schoolteacher visiting her sister in the hospital.”
“You’re telling me pros couldn’t manage basic surveillance?”
“Dresner’s people are good. They know our cameras. They kept off them.”
“So we’re empty-handed.”
“Not empty-handed. We narrowed the field.”
Something snapped. My fist hit the drywall beside the display. The surface cracked.
