Alicia lowered her window. “Mr. Bacchetti said you might be in need of my services.”
Over at the sedan, Dino was climbing out of the back seat.
“Trust me,” he said. “More room in your SUV than there.” He pointed a thumb toward the sedan.
They climbed into the Range Rover, Stone up front, Dino, Jack, and Watkins in the back.
Watkins removed a tablet computer from her shoulder bag and held it so the others could see the screen. On it were the three feeds from her team.
Watkins tapped one of the feeds, expanding it, while the other two shrank to thumbnails at the bottom.
The larger feed was focused on the door of the women’s restroom from a distance.
“Someone’s coming out,” Dino said as the door started to open.
A woman who was maybe in her late forties exited. She had one duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a matching one in the hand that also held a briefcase identical to the one Jack had been carrying.
Stone checked the tracking app and confirmed the dot was moving with her.
“That’s our briefcase,” he said.
Watkins relayed the information to her team.
Dino grimaced at the screen.
“What is it?” Stone asked.
“I’m probably imagining things, but there’s something about that woman that’s bugging me.”
“A former girlfriend perhaps?”
“I would remember if she was.”
“You remember all your old girlfriends?”
“Stop bothering me. I’m trying to watch this.”
On the screen, the woman stopped short of the flow of people moving through the station and carefully looked around. Stone assumed she was checking if he and Jack were still in the area.
A moment later, she headed into the crowd. All three camera feeds began to move, and soon one was following her from twenty feet behind, while the other two were closer, but off to either side.
The woman took the stairs to the uptown platform, and the others did the same.
There was no train at the platform, but there were several dozen people spread across it, waiting.
The woman kept walking until she neared the platform’s midpoint, where she tucked herself next to a group of tourists.
A number 1 train rushed into the station three minutes later. When those exiting were out of the way, the woman boarded and took a spot close to the door.
One of the Strategic Services team entered through the same door and took a spot several feet away. The other two climbed onto the same car but through a different entrance.
“What’s the next stop?” Stone asked.
“Fiftieth on Broadway,” Watkins said.
“Alicia.”
“Understood, sir,” Alicia said and she pulled the Range Rover from the curb.
