The Evasion by Adrienne Giordano

Author:Adrienne Giordano [Giordano, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9888939-4-8
Publisher: Adrienne Giordano
Published: 2013-12-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Forty-five minutes later, after leaving all pertinent—and some not so pertinent—information about Donald Martinson’s prior activities with the CBP inspector, Jo and Gabe were back at their rental car. Gabe glanced up at a clear blue sky and decided he’d like to find a place along the harbor where he and Jo could be still. Have a drink—him a beer, she a dirty martini—and just be a regular couple. Which they weren’t. Not in the sense he wanted them to be.

The short of it? He didn’t like sneaking around at home.

Next to him, Jo tugged on his shirt to get his attention. “With all the information I gave them, I should have just left my laptop.”

“Please. That poor schmo was already crapping his pants with the info dump you left him. The laptop would have meant psychiatric care.”

After said crapping, the inspector assured them he’d have answers in the next couple of hours. He’d also warned them that if Martinson had a shipment coming in using alternate names and shipping companies, they’d be trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Gabe didn’t give a shit. He’d risk it. Hell, he’d search those containers himself if he had to.

“Where to now?” she asked. “Sooner or later, the sheriff is bound to hear about our excursion to the Port Authority. Well, I did tell him we had an appointment there.”

Gabe’s stomach pinched. If this went bust, Tom would chew him up. Sanctions would be sure to follow.

If it went bust.

Which meant he couldn’t let their investigation go bust.

“We’re back to Ellie. She needs to help us figure out where Martinson is storing his stuff.”

From Jo’s jacket pocket, her phone rang. She dug it out, glanced at the number. “Ooh. This might be the lab.” She hit the button. “Hello?” She nodded at Gabe. “Right…Really? Can you email it to me? Thank you.”

She punched off and tapped the phone against her lips.

“That was a fascinating conversation.”

“Sorry. Should have put him on speaker. It’s partial good news. The only print that came up in AFIS is that of one Hillary Hodges.”

“And she’s who?”

Jo flopped out her bottom lip. “Beats me. She has a rap sheet. Mostly petty crimes. Basically, she’s a grifter. He’s emailing me a report.”

“Where do we find her?”

“You’ll love this, Mr. August. Her last known address is in New York.”

Gabe squeezed his eyes closed. Those hours of sleep he’d lost last night would come in handy now. He shook it off. Caffeine—lots of it—would be his next stop. “So, we’ve got a dead end?”

“We do. Unless someone in town knows Hillary Hodges. We can show Ellie the photo coming over by email.”

“And Little Timmy. Maybe the woman who sent you the purse is Hillary, but she’s using Thelma as an alias.”

Jo smacked him on the arm, the tips of her fingers stinging his bare skin. “Yes! We should start with Timmy. Show him the photo and if he identifies her, you can do your…” she cleared her throat, threw her shoulders back, “…’you-can-go-to-prison-or-be-a-cooperating-witness’ routine.

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