Page 246 of Allegiance

Because so far, this ‘follow the leader’ bullshit was netting them absofuckingloutely nothing.

Aiden Bloom, one of the cops on Elizabeth’s list, was driving in circles, making sure he was not being followed.

The irony was that he was being followed and that when he stopped that vehicle, he was a deadman.

Clearly, he was paranoid, and he knew plenty about Chevy.

Merry had used the absconded waitress’ phone to do a little search, and she found something interesting. At one point, the waitress had been in the modeling agencies.

Now, was that because she wanted to be a model, or was it because she was meeting with Cruz to get instructions?

That was yet to be seen, but they did know she made a lot of calls to a phone that pinged a cell tower not far from an abandoned airstrip.

An airstrip that seemed to be Aiden’s final destination. There was nothing else out here, so that had to be where he was meeting up with someone to give them the van or get his next instructions.

What was also clear was that Chevy was being super careful and that he’d trained his people well.

How did Maura know?

The technique that Aiden was using was very familiar. It was the one she used all the damn time when they were being followed.

Chevy was using her book of plays.

First El Gato, and now him.

This wasn’t looking good for her—not because she couldn’t outthink Chevy, but because that meant she was going to have to use her plan, and she really didn’t want to do that.

Yeah, it was that damn dangerous.

Risking anyone’s life but her own was not something she took lightly, and that made her edgy.

For now, she’d put that aside. If they could get their hands on Aiden, and question him, maybe they wouldn’t have to utilize her plan.

Fingers.

Were.

Crossed.

“He’s good at this,” Zayn said, as he sat in the middle row of Maura’s blacked-out CIA Escalade. “A little too good.”

Jagger knew why.

“We taught Chevy this. While they teach you to lose tails, this is how Maura and I do it. This is very specific.”

Well, that didn’t reassure anyone.

“This asshole is on my last nerve,” Rogue said. “I could be at home with my wife, instead, I’m here.”

Gene laughed.

“Ditto.”

Zayn was trying to lighten the mood. They were all tired and cranky. If they didn’t get some sleep today, it was going to be a long-ass day.

And when you were tired, you jacked shit up.

“I’m telling Tommy you wish you were in bed with Rogue’s wife,” he said. “All those titties.”