"Spyware! I have my spyware," he thought happily. He ran to his car and grabbed the tablet and started it. He opened the app, and it started showing the two big red dots on a map of NYPD. He grinned from ear to ear. Now, he will know Journee's whereabouts every second of the day.
He ordered a cab and kept following the red dots. His eyes widened when he saw the street they were turning to. They were on Hamilton Heights and made a turn to the parking lot of the Trinity Church Cemetery and Mausoleum. They were not going to a party, they were going to a funeral.
But whose? No one in the NYPD died, there would have been a public funeral. When she was talking about her life, she never mentioned any more relatives. She said she just had two fathers and no one else. Then whose funeral were they going to attend? And no one was dressed in black. Funerals mean black.