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“We havea distinct advantage over those people,” Sheriff Biggs remarked.
“Which is?” G8 prompted. “I could use some good news right about now.”
The sheriff kept his eyes on the road as he drove over the speed limit, but without lights or siren. K8 stared ahead from where she sat in the passenger seat, leaving G8 to man the back seat.
“For one thing, I’m hoping those men are taking their sweet time by following the speed limit. For another, those men probably think we’re still at the labs.”
“They have no idea I was doubled, either,” K8 remarked. “They may think they got the only me.”
Biggs nodded in agreement. “They have no idea you called us.” His eyes widened, and his face grew paler. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” G8 prodded.
The sheriff frowned. “Unless they have your phone tapped.”
“You mean bugged?” K8 clarified.
The man nodded. Reaching for the mic attached to his dash, he brought it to his mouth. “Sheriff Biggs to Base.”
“This is Base. What’s up, Sheriff?” Milton responded.
“I want you to patch me through to Cal Honnaly.”
“Over at the electronics store?”
“That’s probably where he is right now, if he’s not on call somewhere.”
“All right. Hold on a sec. I’ll see if I can reach him.”
“What are you thinking?” G8 inquired during the lull.
“You think the people who are trying to get us back have been listening in on our phone conversations?” K8 surmised.
G8 went a step further. “Then they might already know they only got one K8, and that the other one called for help.”
Biggs nodded. “Let’s hope we’re wrong.”
“Base to Sheriff Biggs.”
“Biggs here.”
“Hold on. I’m patching you through.”
There were a couple of seconds of static, and a male voice came through, sounding distant but clear. “This is Cal. Anson? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Cal. Listen. I got a favor to ask of you, and this needs to be done yesterday.”
“What’s up?”
“Go over to the old Trautman place and install a brand new phone and phone number.”
“A second number?”
“Yes.”
“You want it in the office with the other line?”
