Kelton shoved the newly reawakened emotions back to their hiding place and picked the phone up off the counter, flipped it open, and brought it to his ear. “Talk to me, bro.” “It’s no good,” Willis said. Kelton’s heart sank into his stomach. “They’re still onto us?” “Like glue,” Willis said. “Three cars arrived in town shortly after you did. One is disguised as a locksmith van. It’s sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant across the street from the hotel. The other two are Crown Vics strategically placed at both ends of town. They can both see the main road but aren’t quite visible from it, unless you know where to look.” “Are you positive they’re Feds?” “One hundred percent.” “Dammit,” Kelton said. “And you’re still certain we made the entire trip out here on our own?” “Absolutely,” Willis said. “You were alone the whole drive out.” “Which means at some point we lost them—” “And then they were able to pick you up again after you arrived at your destination.”
