Chapter 72

But it turns out the joke’s on me, because the plane flies past Utah, straight on to Nevada – and in a direct line with the Bay Area.

“You really think it’s San Francisco?” Mailin asks.

“I guess. It makes sense… sort of.” I look over at Duplass. “Now that we know where they’re headed, can we get right behind them? Maybe land immediately after them?”

“We’re not arresting them on the tarmac, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why not?!” I demand.

“Because I’m doing this to catch the guy who was behind the deaths of two of my agents, that’s why. Carlson is a distant second.”

My anger nearly boils over, but I remind myself that I knew Duplass’s priorities from the beginning. That’s how I was able to manipulate him into letting me come along.

“I understand,” I say, holding my temper. “But we want to cut their lead time by as much as possible… just in case.”

“Alright,” Duplass says. “Agent Walker, go ask the pilot how close we can get to them.”

Mailin stands up.

“Hold on,” I say, and activate