Page 100 of Warrior Unraveled

He exchanged a quick look with Virginia. “Looks like she’d heading into San Francisco.”

The white Toyota merged onto I-380. Wes fell back a little and kept his eyes on Deirdre’s car. Interstate 380 was a short connector to Interstate 280. To his surprise, Deirdre merged over to the far left lane, which led not to I-280 North, but South.

“She’s heading for San Jose.” He glanced at Virginia. “Anything down there that you can think of?”

“Nothing that comes to mind.”

“Well, we’ll stick to her.” He reached for his cell phone, which he’d mounted on the dashboard, and tapped on it.

A moment later, Blake’s voice echoed in the car. “Hey, did she arrive?”

“We’re on her tail. White Toyota Corolla rental car. California license plate 7KL895G. She’s heading south on I-280 toward San Jose.”

“Got it. I’m tapped into your GPS. We’ve got eyes on you.”

“Great.” He tapped the phone once more to disconnect.

“Are they ready?” Virginia asked.

“They will be,” Wesley assured her. He glanced to his right. “Sun will be down soon.”

“Did you notice that Deirdre had no luggage?”

“Yeah. Guess this trip wasn’t planned much in advance, was it?”

“And it doesn’t look like she’s staying long, wherever she’s going,” Virginia added.

He took his eyes off the road for a moment. “Don’t worry, whatever she’s up to, we’ll figure it out.”

Virginia nodded, then pointed out the windshield. “Where’s she going now?”

Wes noticed that the white Toyota was merging into the far right lane.

“There’s an exit coming up,” Wes said. He crossed two lanes to get into the same lane as Deirdre and continued following her. The white Toyota left the freeway at the next exit. Wesley did the same, taking the Skyline Boulevard/Highway 35 exit.

“Guess she’s not going to San Jose after all,” Wesley murmured.

“Where does Skyline Boulevard lead to?”

“Nowhere really. It’s just a minor highway going south into the hills that run between the freeway and the coast. It also connects to Highway 92, which leads directly to the coast.”

“The coast?” Virginia snapped her head in his direction. “Which town?”

“Half Moon Bay.”

“Shit!” Virginia cursed.

Alarmed, Wesley stared at her. “What’s in Half Moon Bay?”

“Cinead’s private compound. It’s a little north of Half Moon Bay just before El Granada.”

“You think she’s going there?”

“That’s the only Stealth Guardian compound in the area.” Virginia clenched her hand into a fist. “And it makes sense. She’s selling out her half-brother for not sticking up for her, for voting to exile her.”

“You believe she’s leading the demons there? I haven’t noticed anybody following her. Trust me, I would have.”

“I’m certain of it,” Virginia insisted. “We can’t let her get any closer. We need to stop her now.”