I made note of the plate number.
Shane stared out the window, watching them go. His eyes found me before he stepped away from the window and pulled the blinds shut.
On my phone, I ran the plates. It came up registered to a holding company. I sent the plate number to Isabella and asked her to track it down.
We returned to the Porsche and climbed inside. JD and I sat there for a moment, keeping an eye on Wade's house.
"How do you want to play this?" JD asked.
I thought about it for a moment, then called Riley.
She answered after a few rings. "Hello?"
"It's Deputy Wild.”
"How did you get my number?”
"I have ways.”
"I'm sure you do. Listen, I'm on the other line with Shane. He just called. Can I call you back?”
"He hasn't told you yet, has he?”
"Told me what?”
"Where are you right now?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"This is important. Call me back after you talk to Shane."
I ended the call and slid the phone back into my pocket. I didn't want to be the one to break the news to her.
We sat there for another 15 minutes, surveilling the house.
Shane stepped outside and gave a cautious look around, then hurried down the walkway and climbed into a black Thundercat 440 with dark-tinted windows. The aggressive car was a modern take on classic American muscle. Shane fired up the V8 and pulled away from the curb.
Jack followed. "Where do you think he's off to?"
“Don't lose him."
The Thundercat squealed around the corner, blowing through the stop sign.
Jack stepped on the gas. We took the corner hard and fast and kept the Thundercat in sight.
"Don't get too close," I said.
JD looked at me like I was crazy. "He knows we’re following him.”
Shane took another left, then a quick right on Pelican Park. He stepped on the gas, and the exhaust rumbled.
The light had turned yellow.
Then red.
Shane blazed through it.
Horns honked from cross traffic.
