Doc said when he noticed the tag on Sammy’s sleeve. “How did you find us?” Sammy asked breathlessly. Jack tried not to come down hard on his brother’s foolhardiness. Not now. “Sammy, you knew that the safe house had cameras all over the place. Also, you didn’t erase your cache. We looked where you looked.” “And strike three,” Sol explained from the driver’s seat. “All my vehicles have tracking devices that only we can follow.” “Wow,” Sammy said. “You’re harder to trip up than the FBI.” Neither Jack, Doc, or Sol told him why. “I’m gonna kill Ric for this,” was all Sol said. No one was sure whether he meant it literally or figuratively. “Did you tell Miwa to come onto the poor guy?” Jack asked Ana, in case it was the former. “No!” Ana insisted. “She already liked him. She likes nerdy types. She did it on her own.” She looked at Sammy. “We didn’t even think about crashing the party until after they both went to shower.” “Did you even have a plan?”
