“What about the tracker?”
State law didn’t prohibit GPS tracking, but it could be considered a violation should the monitoring cause emotional distress.If Teal was dead, his distress, emotional or otherwise, was at an end, and we’d be left to explain to the police how we’d managed to locate the body.
“Call me first,” I said.“Then we’ll decide.”
Chapter 103
Edward Kenney called Santopietro from Hartland.He was using a fresh burner, which he hadn’t activated until he was out of Pittsfield.
“It’s done,” said Kenney.
He heard Santopietro breathe a sigh of relief.
“How?”
“Does it matter?”
“I don’t suppose it does.”
“We need to talk, and you need to help me get rid of a body.”
“Of course.I’ll be waiting.”
I bet you will, thought Kenney.
I was watching Kenney on the app.He was on the 151, driving toward Athens.If I was right, he’d go west to pick up the 201, which was a better road, then north toward Solon and the Kennebec River Reservoir, Bingham, and finally, The Plains.
Edward Kenney was on his way to Spero.
Chapter 104
Tony Fulci called me again just as Edward Kenney neared Bingham.Along the way, Kenney had stopped for twenty minutes at a gas station in Solon, probably to fill up and close his eyes briefly.I was parked off the main road through The Plains, almost within sight of the first of the turn-offs for Spero.
“I found the Toyota,” said Tony.“It’s locked and empty.”
“Take a look around.”
Tony did, but the only vehicle in the vicinity was Teal’s, and when Tony searched the ground with a flashlight, he saw no bloodstains or signs of a struggle.
“Can you check the trunk?”
“Looks like the cover’s down.I’ll have to bust it open.”
“Do it.”
I heard the sound of metal on metal, and Tony’s grunts as he popped the back of the Highlander.An alarm began to sound.
“Nothing,” said Tony.
“Get out of there,” I said.“And take the tracker.”
“Consider it done.”
I went back to monitoring Kenney’s BMW.A few minutes later, he stopped again, this time in Bingham itself, where Main Street crossed Austin Stream to become Jackman Road.I wondered whether Kenney was having second thoughts about approaching Spero, and if so, why.Had he even informed Santopietro that he was on his way, and did anyone go visiting a secure school after dark with good intentions?
Five minutes went by, then ten, before the BMW resumed its journey north.Whatever had provoked the delay, Edward Kenney was over it.The first fat drops of rain hit my windshield, but I didn’t turn on the wipers and kept the car dark.Distantly, I heard a rumble of thunder.Closer, I glimpsed headlights.
Chapter 105
