Rebecca walked toward the tech offices and found Harrison talking to another agent she didn’t recognize. When she approached, the man walked away and Harrison turned toward her.
“Do they know anything yet?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken with them,” he said, walking beside her. Rebecca glanced behind them to see the man Harrison spoke with take out his phone, say a few words, and place it back into his jacket pocket.
“Who’s your friend? I haven’t seen him around here before,” she asked, nonchalantly.
“I trained with him at the farm. He’s here on another case and we bumped into each other,” he explained.
“Let’s see what Rich and Dan came up with,” she said, entering their office.
“Pay up, Dan. I told you they planned to sic Rhodes and Harrison on Rahimi’s tail,” Rich said as he swung in his desk chair over to another set of computers. A screen popped up, and a map pinpointed Rahimi’s sightings.
“We lost him after he entered Vermont,” Rich informed her. “We’re going back to the cameras and searching areas where he might’ve changed clothes. Then we’ll start with street cams.”
“Did anyone accompany him?” she asked as she leaned on the desk.
“Three men walked out with him, and then they split up. They didn’t speak or give any indication they joined him here, but I’m guessing they’re related.”
“Follow them as far as you can,” she said, concentrating on the image of the four men. “Run them through facial recognition. I believe the man on the left might be his cousin, Hassan. Harrison, we need to fly to Vermont and have feet on the ground.”
“He won’t stay there,” Harrison shook his head. “Unless you stashed Avie close.”
“Then, I guess he’ll be disappointed. Avie’s good. Get us a flight while I inform Jackson we’re leaving,” she told him before returning to her boss’s office. When she didn’t find him there, she scribbled a message to him.
Her heart pounded, and she raced to her office, determined to contact Julio. She sat down and pulled the phone from her boot when Director Jackson walked in. She dropped the device into her drawer.
“They located Rahimi entering through Vermont. We’re flying out as soon as Harrison gets us on a flight. Threemen might have accompanied him. They’re running facial recognition now,” Rebecca informed him.
“What do you think you’ll find there?” he asked.
“He can’t have gotten far. Hopefully, we can track down where he stayed. Maybe someone saw him at a local restaurant, or we caught him on camera,” she said, adding files to her bag.
“We’ll talk soon,” he said before leaving.
Rebecca grabbed the phone and stuffed it back in her boot, deciding to wait until she knew more. The last couple of years, she moved Avie around and they seemed happy in Greenville. Uprooting her two days before Christmas, when she didn’t know where Rahimi planned to go, seemed pointless.
“Hey, we can leave in an hour. Director Jackson informed me he’s going with us. The brass must’ve reamed him out a good one,” Harrison told her as he stuck his head inside her office. “Do you want me to contact the local officials?”
“No. We’ll go in under the radar. I don’t want Rahimi to know we’re on his tail. Have a car waiting for us, preferably a Four-Wheel Drive. With the winter storms, it’ll be icy and cold,” she ordered him, picking up her phone to check her messages as Harrison returned to his office. She jotted a few things down to work on while on the flight. Grabbing her go bag, Rebecca locked her office and headed toward Harrison’s. She rapped on his window, and he held up his finger for her to wait a minute.
They boarded the plane and she buckled up, placing her workload in front of her. A few minutes later, Director Jackon joined them sitting across from her and next to Harrison.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asked as she made her way to the galley.
“I’ll take a water,” Harrison replied, texting a message on his phone.
“I’m fine,” Jackson replied as he opened his briefcase and pulled out his laptop.
Rebecca sat down and studied the map. How did Rahimi enter without the CIA getting a heads-up sooner? Julio mentioned he found a mole in his office. Did she have one in hers? She continued marking places on her map, engrossed in the case. Something seemed to form in the back of her mind as she continued to plot everything out.
In no time, the plane descended and the wheels touched the ground. She picked up her notes with the map, sticking them in her bag. Director Jackson unbuckled his seatbelt as soon as the plane stopped, prompting them to do the same. He seemed eager to find the man who escaped their custody from a federal prison six months ago. She knew the higher ups must not be pleased to have Rahimi reenter the country without their knowledge.
She deboarded the plane with her cohorts and Harrison held the door open for her as they slid into the back seat. Gunshots pierced the air. The car sped off jerking them backward.
One of the men in the front seat turned around, holding a gun in his hand and aiming it at her. “Hand me your weapons,” he growled.
Harrison glanced at her as they calculated the possibilities of overtaking the man. The driver didn’t appear surprised, leading Rebecca to the conclusion he worked for the bad guys. With his high rate of speed on the icy roads, the chances of them overtaking the two seemed slim. Moving her hand to her handgun, she shook her head, silently telling Harrison to wait. Director Jackson removed his sidearm, handing it to the assailant. Harrison followed suit. They’d wait for an opportune time.
