Chapter 157
EXT. - SILVER CITY STREETS - EVENING
Gerri tracked Kinsey's phone easily, directing Foster as they went. "Ray said the Divinities," she said as Foster raced through the streets toward the blip on the detective's screen.
"I need to call in my team." All business. And though she agreed with him, what if Jordan was shot? And Foster witnessed the death first hand this time? He'd never believe Jordan's end was an act.
Bad enough to have one FBI agent realize there was something weird going on, let alone three.
She couldn't stop him when he made his call, and made one of her own, to Jackson of all people. Got his answering service, the jackass. Mills was next on her list.
"On our way." The wail of her unit's siren cut off as she hung up.