Poison Control by Dom Testa

Author:Dom Testa [Testa, Dom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Profound Impact Group
Published: 2020-02-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I collected Jonas from his FBI handler, Kowalczyk. She would shadow us from the opposite side of the river, and the Texas Ranger, Brockington, would stay on Cox the whole time. The photo Poole sent showed a big, chicken-fried-steak-eatin’ Texas Ranger. I liked having tough guys on my team for a change. Things were looking up.

In the lobby gift shop I bought a Spurs hoodie and a pair of sunglasses for Jonas. It would disguise him well enough, plus Steffan and Jayanti wouldn’t be looking for him. As far as they knew he was still holed up in Tucson.

We pushed through the doors leading to the congested walkways and melded into the crowd. Even with the cooler weather San Antonio’s Riverwalk was its usual lively self. Street vendors, bars and restaurants every few feet, tourist boats puttering by, crammed with out-of-town visitors who enjoyed watery excursions with snarky guides. It was a festive, convivial atmosphere, strangely at odds with my assignment.

I checked my phone’s map and saw Brockington’s dot moving basically toward us. The Riverwalk was set below street level, with stairways for entrance and exit about every block. After calculating trajectories, I took us over a pedestrian bridge to the other side of the water. If I had it right, Cox would be walking down the stairs from Crockett Street.

We were sheltered from the worst of the wind, but it was still brisk. I watched people bracing against the chill on the nearest tour boat, the pilot pointing out landmarks and assorted historical facts. When she indicated a building that once housed something or other I actually looked up at it like a dork.

One glance across the river revealed Kowalczyk, playing her part, pretending to read a guide map. She seemed competent and comfortable.

As we neared Crockett Street I tugged on Aiken’s sleeve to slow him down. I spent a minute perusing the menu of an Irish pub. What that had to do with South Texas was beyond me, but I’m okay with Irish pubs anywhere. Their fish-n-chips looked great, and several of their patio patrons were already pretty well lubricated. If I wasn’t on an assignment I would’ve happily joined.

Aiken bent toward me and said in a low voice, “What are we waiting for?”

Good question. I’d expected to see Brockington by now, and, by extension, Cox. I could only stare at the menu for so long before the hostess would think I was drunk myself.

I checked the tracking signal again and saw that the Ranger’s position had shifted to a strange, out of the way spot and wasn’t moving. Of course, Cox could’ve stopped. But if so, Brockington would be conspicuous just standing there. Something felt wrong.

“Let’s walk. Slowly,” I said.

Kowalczyk was looking at me over the top of her map. I shook my head twice, then held my hand up to keep her in this spot. If Brockington did show up, she needed to be able to make contact. We couldn’t all go barreling off to one secluded spot.

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