Soul Harvest (The Rift Chronicles Book 3) by BR Kingsolver

Author:BR Kingsolver [Kingsolver, BR]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Luanne burst into my office. “A stretch limo just left the Findlay estate going north.”

“Have a drone follow it.”

“Already happening.”

“What color?”

“The limo? Gray. Maybe silver. Why?”

My grandmother’s car. All but two of Findlay’s limos were black. But Olivia preferred to be different.

“Tell the surveillance team to keep to their stations. It could be a decoy, or it could be nothing at all,” I said, getting up from my chair. I grabbed my coat. “Are either Carmelita or Mychal here in the office?”

“Carmelita is. She’s interviewing one of those HLA members you tagged.”

“Call her and tell her to meet me in the parking garage.”

The limo might possibly be a decoy, but I would bet it held either Susan or Courtney. My grandmother’s cars were softer, plusher, and more girlie than the other Findlay limos.

The week had dragged since my encounter with Besevial. I had met twice with the Dressler engineers, and they agreed with my assessment that it would be easier to design new battlebots from the ground up. There had been too many scientific advances over the past eighty years. Some of the older designs could be imported into the design software and used as a starting point, but those were the basic physical parts, such as the tank treads.

The roundup of HLA suspects and criminal Rifters had slowed down as well. The police force had grabbed all the low-hanging fruit, but any of the drug dealers and flesh peddlers with any sense that we missed in the first sweep had gone to ground. Junkies who couldn’t find a fix were flooding the area hospitals. We had put a severe crimp in both Besevial’s and Susan’s operations.

I reached my car at the same time Carmelita did. We jumped in, I started the engine, and we drove out onto the street. I took the first freeway onramp, not caring that it went in the wrong direction. I just needed clear space so I could take the car airborne.

“Coffee?” Carmelita asked as I completed my turn and leveled out heading north about five hundred feet over the freeway. She handed me one of the to-go cups she was holding.

“Thanks. How did you have time to pick this up?”

“Your timing’s good. I just had them delivered from the fancy coffee place down the street. What’s going on?”

I filled her in, and she fiddled with the radio until she connected with the drone operator.

“The limo turned off from the main road that Akiyama holds between Wilmington and the Findlay estate,” the operator said. “It’s heading west now.”

We told him to keep us informed, and I adjusted our course a little to the west.

“Call Luanne and ask her to search for any construction permits issued in the past three months for Tina Stewart’s address north of Columbia,” I said.

Carmelita did so, then asked, “You think Susan is using the place?”

“No idea, but what happens to drug dens and other criminal hangouts when the owners die?”

“The government takes them?”

“Yeah, theoretically. For the most part, they sit until they rot waiting for the bureaucracy to get off its ass.

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