The Enraged

CHAPTER 24

Griffin was reading through a digital file full of information about Steve Howard when Dima called.

“Metropolitan Police found the woman’s car,” Dima reported.

“Where?”

“Parking garage near the Mall. A manager called it in because it had been parked there overnight.”

“Empty?”

“Yes.

Of course they had dumped the vehicle. After studying Howard for the last twenty minutes, Griffin knew the man was smart. He had to be, to last as long as he had as a freelance operative.

“Were there any reports of stolen vehicles from either the Mall or the surrounding area yesterday?” he said.

“I knew you’d ask that so I checked, and there were two. One on the street three blocks away somewhere between three and four pm.”

“And the other?”

“At 2:46 p.m. From inside that very garage.”

Well, well, well. “What kind of car was it?”

“A Volvo S60 sedan. Blue.”

Griffin stared out the window, his mind processing the new information.

“If there’s nothing else…” Dima said, his voice tentative.

“Of course there’s something else. You’re going to help me find that car.”

“How are you expecting me to do that?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t have access to traffic cameras. You know the car now, you know what they look like, and you know the approximate time they must have left that garage. Find their trail. Tell me where they went. You have forty-five minutes.”

“But—”

Griffin hung up.