Above by Roland Smith

Author:Roland Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

Langlois.

Sixes.

Town after little town.

Either I was getting better at driving, or the camper was easier to drive than the car, which didn’t seem likely. I was feeling so confident behind the wheel that I managed to pass a car and merge back into my lane without smashing him with the boat.

Alex poked his head through the window. “Nicely done,” he said.

“No big deal.”

“I think they’re going to blow by you up ahead on that straight stretch.”

“How do you know that?” I looked at the car in the side mirror. It was still a long way back, puttering along.

“Watch.”

Sure enough the car started to pick up speed as we approached the straightaway.

“Keep it at fifty-five,” Alex said, like he was reading my mind. “It’s not a race. Eyes on the road.”

The car passed us going at least seventy-five and disappeared behind a rise in front of us.

“Okay,” I said. “How did you know that slowpoke was going to pass us?”

“Spotter car. Countersurveillance. He was told to check us out, saw nothing, and moved on. The FBI don’t tail people in campers pulling boats, although they should give it a try. It’s good cover.”

“So we’re safe,” I said. “They won’t be checking us out again.”

Alex laughed. “On the contrary. I figured out some of the code they’re using. Larry is up in the air managing this run like an orchestra conductor. I think we’ve somehow ended up in the middle of the pack, rigs to the south, rigs to the north, the spotters moving ahead, hanging back, all under Larry’s direction. There’s a viewpoint in about three miles. Pull into it. We need to do some touristy things on the way so Larry doesn’t get suspicious.”

We were on a stretch of highway hugging the Pacific. Blue sky with a few cottony clouds above the horizon. I pulled into the viewpoint. Another car and a motor home were already parked there, windshields toward the ocean. From the back Alex asked about the vehicles. He couldn’t see them from where we were parked. I described them.

“Do you recognize the car?”

“Not really. It isn’t the car that passed us. Looks like there’s a man and a woman sitting in the front. Maybe some kids in the back.”

“What about the motor home?”

“White. Class C.”

“Plates?”

“I can’t see them clearly. I think they’re California plates.”

“We need to start a database of some of the plates we see. Cross off the ones we know aren’t Pod.”

“Want me to jump out and get the number?”

“Sure, but don’t act like you’re getting the number. Act like you’re checking the boat or taking in the view. Take the binoculars to make it look good. If you have a hood on your jacket use it.”

I put up my hood and grabbed the binoculars. I glanced at Coop. He was sound asleep, dead to the world. I closed the door quietly, not that slamming it would have disturbed him.

I was glad I had my hood up. It was colder than it looked.

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