Then he gave a shaky laugh. "Sparkleson, you bastard, you goddamn useless fucking unicorn. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Can you track this phone?"
"No, been trying. He's done something to it. Can you tell us anything?"
"It's an old house, a step up from a farmhouse, probably a vacation home of some sort, though it hasn't been used in a long time. There's a stable. That's where they were keeping us. I don't think we're too far from Annie's house, though, they wouldn't want to be too far from the city in case they needed to get back in a hurry."
"I'll get Rudy to figure it out. Is Stern okay?"
"Yeah, we're both fine." Anderson held the phone so tightly he was half-surprised it didn't crack. "How did you know Martinez was part of this?"
Lynn laughed. "Wasn't hard. Their bullshit has held up for a long time, but once it broke, it shattered. The good governor has gone to ground, but it won't take us long to dig him out. How is our buddy Martinez doing?"