Mokoto slowly got out of Michelle’s Toyota. The motorcycle rider took off his helmet as Mokoto put her gun away. “You’d better not have scratched that” she said as she walked towards the bike. She glanced back and forth as Jeremiah sat the helmet on the seat.
“It handles real nice. To bad it will probably get identified.”
“New license plate and some new detailing and I’ll be fine.”
“So, how in the world did you track them here?”
“Honestly?”
Jeremiah pulled a toothpick out of his coat pocket. He looked around the alleyway and shrugged. “Nah, I don’t really want to know. It ruins your mystique.”
Mokoto laughed. She saw Michelle inside the car, and she wasn’t talking yet. “We need to get them in and separate them. Phil and Michelle are the ones we can work over the best. Bob might be a lost cause at this point.”
“That’s not so good. He’s the one who was best friends with Gerrard.”
“I have some ideas for that, but maybe we’ll get lucky with Phil.”
“The girl?”
Mokoto took a deep breath. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this, but we’ll keep her around for now. I don’t think we’ll have to eliminate her.”
“We’ll see.” Jeremiah smiled as he looked over the car’s passengers.
“Say, who’s Jebediah on the phone with?”
“Beats me.” Jeremiah waved at the silver car, and Jebediah slowly got out of the car. Once out, he flipped the phone closed.
“Let’s get these three inside. Who were you on the phone with?”
“Mister Man.”
Jeremiah and Mokoto nodded. They turned towards the Toyota.
***
A loud buzzing went off as the phone was hung up. The chair spun around, so that the back was towards the door. As the office door opened, the man in the chair spoke slowly.
“Shaun, what can you tell me?”
Shaun looked into the room. A large, oak desk almost stretched all the way across the room. The walls were covered in bookshelves, and the hardwood floors echoed his footsteps as he walked in. He knew how far forward he could walk, and he walked in no further. “We have no idea where Laura is.”
“That is…unfortunate. Her actions could lead to…storm fronts that were not predicted.”
“We haven’t heard from our contact yet. It’s possible they’re in a dead zone…”
“No. That’s a case of two fronts…merging I would guess. Fear not, for soon they will all be in the same isobar.”
“No word on where the F.B.I. Agent is.”
“He isn’t my concern right now.” The man in the chair’s hand lifted, and three screens on the wall lit up. The far left screen was a map of the the Dakotas and Minnesota, with some lights blinking red, and other areas were blinking blue, green and yellow. The screen on the right was a long list of names, amounts and times. The middle screen was the largest, and on it was the Weather Channel. The hand lowered as Cheryl Lemke started going over the nation’s forecast. “That’s all for now Shaun. I’d like some time to absorb the new weather data now.”
“As you wish” Shaun said, as he walked out of the room.
