I understood why she drew the conclusion. Ethan Todd wasn’t some trust fund baby with old money. If he was well connected, it was because he had something to offer. Add in thesex trafficking operation and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.
“Probably,” Aloha said. “There’s nothing overtly incriminating in their conversations on the phone — the guy’s stayed out of jail this long for a reason — but definitely some cryptic language that hints at bad shit.”
“Anything on locations?” Bram asked.
He was cutting to the chase: where the fuck was Ethan Todd hiding?
“That’s a big question,” Aloha said, tapping at his keyboard. “This guy’s not exactly standing still. He’s been all over the fucking place. California, New York, Miami, Prague, even fucking Romania.”
I exchanged glances with Bram, Poe, and Maeve. We knew all about Romania.
Obviously.
“Anything that says where he might be now?” Poe asked. “Plans made with other people, reservations booked, flight plans registered?”
“No flight plans since Romania, probably because he’s been using someone else’s plane, but I saw your other questions coming, which is why I pulled locations where he’s holed up for more than a day or two in the past.”
“And?” Bram asked.
“Five of them in the rotation: Prague, St. Moritz, London, Paris, St. Kitts.”
“Where is St. Kitts?” Poe asked.
“Caribbean,” Aloha said. “I had to look it up.”
“It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack,” Maeve said.
She wasn’t wrong. Aloha had named cities all over the globe: Czechoslovakia, Switzerland, England, France, the Caribbean. How the fuck were we supposed to narrow it down?
“And there’s nothing in there that might indicate where he is now?” I asked.
Aloha shook his head. “It’s good you got the phone, but…”
“It was one of the only ways we could have tracked him.” Maeve said.
Aloha had given us instructions for disabling tracking on the phone and we’d done it as soon as we’d left the city. Otherwisehecould have used it to trackus.
Aloha nodded. “Double edged sword and all that.”
“Fuck,” Bram muttered.
“Probably doesn’t help, but it looks like he was in Prague most recently, staying at a fancy apartment owned by Dimitri Kaprolov,” Aloha said.
“What a surprise,” I muttered.
“He won’t go back there,” Maeve said. “He’ll go somewhere else, somewhere he thinks we won’t be able to find him.”
None of us asked her how she knew. Maeve had returned from Romania with a kind of synergistic psychic connection to Todd. It was why of all of us, she’d been the most sure Ethan would show up at Apex.
She couldn’t read his mind, but she was good at getting inside his head.
“At least he’s on the run,” Poe said. “People make mistakes when they’re on the run.”
“I can keep looking at the phone,” Aloha said. “There’s enough data here to keep us busy for weeks. Unless…”
Bram cocked an eyebrow. “Unless?”
“Unless you want to take it to the police,” Aloha said. “Let their forensics team go through it?”
