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.Even though today over half of all 911 calls are made from cell phones, in most cases the best we can do is to get a general location-based on the closest cell phone tower.We can narrow it down to an area within a several-block radius, but not an exact location.This application will provide more info on where you’re located, so if you hang up, they know where you called from.I’ve been testing it on mine already, and it seems to work pretty well.”Alex fell silent.He ran a weary hand across his eyes before meeting her gaze.“Look, Jill, I’m really sorry about this.”“Sorry?”“About all of this.” With a broad sweep of his hand, he gestured toward the gun.“I’m sorry my job brought this crazy son of a bitch into our lives, and now I’ve put you at risk.This isn’t how it should work.Ever.I’m so sorry, Jill.”Pushing her chair back, she rose and rounded the table, stopping behind him.She planted a kiss on his hair, fingers kneading his knotted shoulders.She could smell the liquor on his breath, and she wondered how much he’d had to drink before she’d arrived.The smell of boozy breath conjured an image of her stepfather.Sam had been a mean drunk, but Alex was nothing like him.He was the one person she could trust.“Not your fault.But I wouldn’t complain if you decided to quit your job and become a real-estate agent, or something.”That won her a low chuckle, and at last, Jill could feel the tension in his body ease.“Sure I can’t make you a sandwich? I’m starving.”CHAPTER FORTY TWOWeeks after Kenneth Cox’s body had been planted in the ground of a Miami cemetery, Christmas passed in a blur of brightly colored paper and twinkling lights.There were family celebrations and quiet nights at home.But after three days of sleeping in late and getting caught up on prerecorded television programs, Alex looked twitchy and decided to go into work.He told Jill that he was worried the headway he had made on his recent backlog of cases was disappearing as new ones flooded in.She knew the real reason, of course.He was still searching for Jerry Honeywell, and while the case had dipped on the overall department priority list, it was still at the top of Alex’s.Jill, on the other hand, opted to camp out at Alki Bakery and use their free Wi-Fi to check Lilith’s mail.Kenneth Cox, a.k.a.Casanova, was dead.One down, but there was still one to go.She had to find the dark-haired man from the video.Seated at a table near the back of the bakery, Jill nibbled on biscotti as she looked out the window.For once it wasn’t raining, and the locals were taking advantage of the “good weather” to take a chilly stroll along Alki Beach.The bakery teemed with life as folks ducked through the door to warm up with a cup of coffee and a treat.Jill’s thoughts strayed back to the hotel in San Francisco and the encounter with Kenneth Cox.A search of the hotel room had uncovered a small hidden camera.No doubt intended to capture their tryst for upload onto his private pornographic website.Putting a stop to his covert activities felt pretty damn good, and the careful planning increased her confidence that she hadn’t left a trail.She was safe.All those years of listening to Alex drone on about how they tracked their suspects hadn’t been a waste of time.“Penny for your thoughts,” a man at the next table said.Jill started visibly at the interruption.Her knee hit the table, and the coffee mug rattled against the scarred surface, slopping over the edges.She swore softly, her fingers rubbing her throbbing knee, and glanced over.The man was in his thirties, with the coloring of a Siberian husky—dark hair and freaky blue eyes.Small silver hoops twinkled from his ears.“Trust me, they’re not worth that much.” Jill forced a quick grin, careful not to maintain eye contact for long.Shifting back to her laptop, she busied her fingers on the keys, hoping that he would just go away.An uneasy tingle raced down her spine.Paranoia or intuition? She didn’t know which.Regardless, Jill reached down to edge the laptop bag closer to the leg of her chair.The gun Alex had given her was safely tucked inside, close by in case she needed it.“I doubt that.I’ll bet there are all sorts of interesting things going on in that pretty head of yours,” the man persisted.His smile seemed disarming enough, and reluctantly Jill looked up.“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude,” she began, careful to keep her tone friendly, “but I’ve got a lot of work to do.” Despite her efforts, an edge crept into her voice.He raised his hands in a quick movement that had her scraping her chair back and gripping her bag.The stab of panic she felt must have flashed on her face.His palms-up gesture was designed to put her at ease.“Okay, calm down.Just trying to make conversation.”Jill gave a brief nod and looked away, releasing the tight grip she had on her bag.Jill glanced at the cell phone she had sitting beside her computer.She could call Alex if she needed to, but that was a last resort.With a muttered curse under his breath, the man stood and moved to a table closer to the window.A long sigh escaped her as she felt the tension drain from her body [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]