Death, Taxes, and a Chocolate Cannoli (A Tara Holloway Novel) by Diane Kelly

Author:Diane Kelly [Kelly, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466849143
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2015-10-05T22:00:00+00:00

chapter twenty-three

Team Effort

Forcing the thought from my head, I said, “Someone in a white pickup followed me home from the bistro on Thursday evening.” My eyes went from Hana to Will. “Any luck figuring out who it was?”

“We ran the license plates,” Hana said, “but they belonged to a Kia Optima. They’d been stolen the week before.”

Damn.

“Hana and I tag-teamed the truck,” Will added. “Stayed on them for an hour before we lost them going through a sobriety checkpoint near the West End.”

Damn, again. Ironic, too. Detective Booth would love to bust Fabrizio, but officers from her own department had inadvertently gotten in the way of our investigation. It wasn’t the first time that different branches of law enforcement had stepped on each other’s toes.

I turned the can in my hand. “Agent Hohenwald phoned me not long after I got home that night. His tech support told him that someone else was logged into my apartment’s Wi-Fi besides me. He said they could be watching me through my computer’s Webcam.”

Nick raised a brow. “They see anything good?”

I wasn’t about to admit they could’ve seen me waxing my lip, cleaning my pores, and eating food off the floor, never mind the boob scratch and burp. “No,” I lied, “but I spent nearly an hour online window-shopping for stilettos.”

“Classic Tara tactic.” Nick emitted a combination groan and chuckle. “That’ll teach ’em.”

I told the group about the silver sedan that followed me to DBU Friday morning. “It never got close enough for me to identify it.”

“Josh and I were followed, too,” Nick said. “Wednesday evening. We stayed at the gallery late to keep an eye on the comings and goings at Cyber-Shield. The car that followed us was either black or dark blue, a Chrysler maybe. The driver followed us to our new place. The FBI put us in a gated complex, so the driver couldn’t follow us inside. But we’re pretty sure he circled back by to see that we had actually pulled into a garage. I was able to sneak out later that night and get to a second car we’d parked down the street. I coordinated with Will and we tag-teamed one of Cyber-Shield’s patrolmen, but nothing looked unusual.”

Will lifted his chin in affirmation. “The guy drove a repeated route between ten Cyber-Shield clients in the Lakewood area. He’d turn on his flashing light, circle their buildings, and shine a spotlight in their bushes and behind their Dumpsters. At a couple of places he got out of his car to make sure fences and doors were locked, but it was all typical security patrol stuff.”

“Same goes for me,” Eddie said. “I followed a patrol unit last night and he made the rounds of about fifteen clients in the Wilshire Heights and Lower Greenville neighborhoods. Mostly mom-and-pop places. A doughnut shop. A small veterinary clinic. A pottery store.”

Hana set her drink on the coffee table and leaned in. “My experience was different. The patrol guy I followed Friday night didn’t stay in one area.

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