“Make sure you’re not followed.”
“I can do that. I know how to lose a tail.”
“Alright. We’ll see you in a bit.”
I ended the call with Mickey, gave the phone back to Flynn, and told Tiffany we had to run.
She made a sad face. "I totally understand. I was hoping you guys would get to hang out a little bit longer, but the shoot is over, and duty calls."
"I'll look for the magazine cover when it comes out," I said. "You have any idea what the lead time is?”
"Usually it's three to six months, but they're bumping it up to stay current. I'm told the images will hit the online version of the magazine as soon as next week, and the print version next month."
"I'll be sure to keep an eye out.”
We said our goodbyes, left the warehouse, and hurried back to the Revenant. We climbed into the behemoth, and Jack took the wheel. He powered up the beast, and we rolled out of the parking lot, the knobby tires whirring against the asphalt. By the looks of the thing, you’d think it would be bouncy and uncomfortable, but the advanced suspension made it ride like a limousine.
This wasn't a nimble vehicle that you zipped around town in. It could roll over most cars on the road. It was a big, lumbering cruiser.
I called Isabella along the way and asked her to track incoming calls to Mickey’s phone. I wasn't surprised to learn that thekidnapper’s call had been bounced around the Internet through a VPN and multiple proxy servers. It would be almost impossible to trace.
While I had her on the phone, I asked her to look into possible suspects—anyone associated with Pepe Sandoval.
We made it back to Diver Down. Jack found a place to park, we climbed out of the beast, stepped inside, and waited. Flynn’s presence drew plenty of stares. He could leave people a little star-struck.
He chatted with Teagan a bit.
“Tango & Tequila is one of my favorite movies,” she said.
Flynn smiled. “That was a lot of fun to make. Did well at the box office too.”
A girl came up to Flynn and asked for his autograph.
Flynn grabbed a pen and a napkin from the bar. “What’s your name, sugar?”
She told him, and Flynn scribbled something.
Mickey arrived shortly thereafter, looking frazzled. His hands trembled with nerves, and he was all over the map. A thin mist of sweat coated his brow. It was enough to set anyone off kilter.
“Have you heard any more from the kidnappers?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“No.” He glanced around at the patrons. All eyes were on us now. “Is there somewhere we can talk about this in private?”
31
“Imade a map,” Mickey said, standing in the salon.
“Great,” I said. “Where’s the map?”
"I don't know."
I frowned at him.
"It's not my fault. I made the map on a page in a hardback first edition ofTreasure Island. Seemed like a fitting place to put it. When I went to prison, I put all my stuff in storage. I gave my sister the key and told her to pay the rent on the facility. Well, guess what happened?”
"She forgot to pay the rent."
"Bingo. I got out of prison to find all the contents had been sold off."
