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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
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Rapp's head snapped around andlooked at the monitor. The sedan was pulling into a gas station. Rapp tried to figure out which one it was. He yelled to the driver up front, «How far until the Solomons Island Road?»
«We're coming up on it right now.»
«Take it south, get over in the left lane immediately, am be ready to turn into the Exxon station.» Rapp turned to Dumond. «Turn some of these lights off.»
«Scott, tell the boys there's a Standard station on our right when we get off the exit. Tell them to pull into the lot and wait to back us up if we need it. «The van started to slow, and Rapp stuck his head into the driver's compartment. As they took a right onto Solomons Island Road, Rapp looked across the street at the parking lot of the Exxon Station. He sighted the dark blue sedan parked right in front of the store. He had to think quickly. Rapp noted that the driver of their van was wearing black pants and white shirt with a black bow tie. He looked like should – a caterer. «How much gas do we have?»
«Three-quarters of a tank.»
«Do you have a credit card on you?»
The man hesitated momentarily. It was a strange question coming from a man he'd never met. «Yeah.»
«Are you wired?»
The driver tapped his left ear. «Yeah, your man's got my channel.»
Extending his arm and pointing at the station, Rapp said, «Pull up to those pumps right there. Right behind that Crown Victoria. Get out of the car, and start to put gas in. I'll tell you what to do over the radio.»
Rapp went back to Dumond and pointed at the screen. «Can you get me a shot of the store on this?»
Dumond nodded and went to work. Four seconds later, they were staring at an image of the store. Rapp patted him on me shoulder and put his headset back on. «Libra Three, we have the car. Please go back to the house and keep us informed of any changes.»
«Roger that, Virgo One. We're heading back to the house.» Rapp closed the door to the driver's compartment, and the three of them huddled around the screen. «Marcus, you're recording all of this, right?»
«Yeah.»
The driver of the car was not visible inside the store, so Rapp said, «Get us a quick shot of the car, and run the plate.»
When the camera focused in on the rear plate of the sedan, Coleman let out a groan and said, «Shit.»
Rapp added a second expletive, and Dumond asked, «What's wrong?»
«The car's got government plates.»
«Run them anyway,» Rapp said.
«Mitch, this complicates things.»
«Maybe, maybe not.
Rapp's head snapped around andlooked at the monitor. The sedan was pulling into a gas station. Rapp tried to figure out which one it was. He yelled to the driver up front, «How far until the Solomons Island Road?»
«We're coming up on it right now.»
«Take it south, get over in the left lane immediately, am be ready to turn into the Exxon station.» Rapp turned to Dumond. «Turn some of these lights off.»
«Scott, tell the boys there's a Standard station on our right when we get off the exit. Tell them to pull into the lot and wait to back us up if we need it. «The van started to slow, and Rapp stuck his head into the driver's compartment. As they took a right onto Solomons Island Road, Rapp looked across the street at the parking lot of the Exxon Station. He sighted the dark blue sedan parked right in front of the store. He had to think quickly. Rapp noted that the driver of their van was wearing black pants and white shirt with a black bow tie. He looked like should – a caterer. «How much gas do we have?»
«Three-quarters of a tank.»
«Do you have a credit card on you?»
The man hesitated momentarily. It was a strange question coming from a man he'd never met. «Yeah.»
«Are you wired?»
The driver tapped his left ear. «Yeah, your man's got my channel.»
Extending his arm and pointing at the station, Rapp said, «Pull up to those pumps right there. Right behind that Crown Victoria. Get out of the car, and start to put gas in. I'll tell you what to do over the radio.»
Rapp went back to Dumond and pointed at the screen. «Can you get me a shot of the store on this?»
Dumond nodded and went to work. Four seconds later, they were staring at an image of the store. Rapp patted him on me shoulder and put his headset back on. «Libra Three, we have the car. Please go back to the house and keep us informed of any changes.»
«Roger that, Virgo One. We're heading back to the house.» Rapp closed the door to the driver's compartment, and the three of them huddled around the screen. «Marcus, you're recording all of this, right?»
«Yeah.»
The driver of the car was not visible inside the store, so Rapp said, «Get us a quick shot of the car, and run the plate.»
When the camera focused in on the rear plate of the sedan, Coleman let out a groan and said, «Shit.»
Rapp added a second expletive, and Dumond asked, «What's wrong?»
«The car's got government plates.»
«Run them anyway,» Rapp said.
«Mitch, this complicates things.»
«Maybe, maybe not.