“Oh, hey, Mr. Gennaro.” Toomey pushed himself off the wall and followed.
They made their way to the uptown platform for the 1 train, where Gennaro took a seat on a bench.
“We catching the next one?” Toomey asked.
“No. We’re meeting someone here, then you’re going to drive me home.”
“Gotcha.” Toomey took a seat at the other end of the bench and started tapping on his phone.
Gennaro’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing? Texting someone?”
Toomey looked over. “Oh, um, yeah. My girlfriend. Thought we might see a movie later.” He paused. “Unless you’re going to need me to do something else.”
Gennaro relaxed. “Nah. After you drop me off, you’re free.”
“Cool.”
Miguel looked at his phoneand said, “Toomey says Ricky’s waiting for someone at Columbus Circle, then Toomey’s supposed to drive him back to his house.”
“Is that right?” Pinkie said. “Maybe we should welcome him home.”
“That sounds like a great—”
Miguel’s phone began vibrating again, only this time with a call from someone with a blocked number.
He punchedAccept. “Yeah?”
“I thought you should know that the big score Pinkie’s cousin was after just went down,” the digital voice that hadcalled him twice before said. “He should be home in about an hour with the goods.”
The line went dead.
“Who was it?” Pinkie asked.
“Our anonymous source again. Said your cousin’s score just happened and he’ll be home in an hour.”
“Toomey didn’t say anything about it happening already.”
“No, but he did say they were meeting someone. Maybe that someone’s the go-between. Either way, waiting for Ricky at his house is sounding like an even better idea now.”
Chapter 58
“The briefcase is in there,”Stone said, looking from the tracking app on his phone to the door of a women’s restroom.
“She knows what you look like, so I think it best if you and Mr. Coulter leave the station,” Watkins said. “My team can keep tabs on her.”
“I was really hoping to get a look at her.”
“Me, too,” Jack said.
“You will,” Watkins said. “Each member of my team has a camera hidden in their clothing. I’ll go up with you. I have a tablet computer from which you can watch everything live.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
Watkins gave instructions to the three team members who’d descended into the station with her, then she, Stone, and Jack returned to street level.
One of the Strategic Services sedans was stopped at the curb, the drivers of the cars behind it honking and cursing as they weaved their vehicles around it.
As Stone and the others jogged over to it, Stone’s borrowed Range Rover swung to the curb in front of the sedan and stopped.
