Chapter 274: Skilton, Logan

Saturday. Washington, DC.

SKILTON ADJUSTED THE AUDIO and leaned back in his chair. He hadn't believed his source when he said they'd coordinated to get a listening device onto one of the Task Force's inner circle. It sounded too good to be true.

Now they'd find out.

"Yeah. I had to shoot them," a woman's voice said.

The quality was almost crystal clear. Just a little bit of static. He could even hear her intake of breath. The microphone had to be very close to her face then.

"Impressive," Skilton muttered.

"Thanks." The beady eyed man across from him smiled. It was a predatory expression on his round face. "So long as your guy stays within range of her, you should hear anything and everything that's said in the vicinity of her jacket."

"What did you use?"

"I was told it is a small, adhesive transmitter under the left lapel. Since the temperature's dropped, she's never without her jacket."