CHAPTER 26

WASHINGTON, DC

“Well?” Griffin said.

Dima was on the other end of the phone, his call coming twelve minutes ahead of the forty-five-minute deadline. “They left the city right after they stole the car.”

“You’re sure it was them.”

“Have them on a traffic camera. The Asian guy was driving. The woman was in the backseat, but I couldn’t see the other man.”

“Where were they headed?” he asked.

“Toward Arlington.”

“That opens a lot of possibilities. Tell me you were able to narrow it down more than that.”

“I was. I used our access to the Virginia Department of Transportation’s traffic-cam system, and tracked them east on I-66. When they reached I-81, they went south for a few miles before exiting. I followed them to a block away from the off-ramp, but there were no more cameras after that.”

“Where did they exit?”

“A place called Trevor Hollow.”

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