Navarro said. “It was left in the parking garage of a private airport in Louisville, Kentucky. Should I go down and—” “No, I’ll do it myself.” It had been weeks since Camano had heard anything. Avis had even reported the car stolen. Damn, he’d been afraid he’d lost the track. But a parking garage meant video cameras, and an airport had all kinds of ways to trace flights and passengers. He hung up and called Gina. “I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes. We’re going to Louisville.” Six Days Later Allie saw the door open and Mandak’s silhouette framed against the light of the hall. “You’re late.” He came toward her. “What a nag.” “I want this over.” “It will be.” He lifted the sheet and slipped into bed. For the last three nights he’d started holding her as the session commenced. He always ended up there anyway within a few minutes of making mental contact.
