Marcus could tell that it was a man, but little else could be discerned through the increasing snowfall. It appeared that the man had a cell phone to his ear. “It’s not a Camry,” he said. Vasques lowered her binoculars and said, “It could definitely pass for one in the dark.” “Maybe.” Marcus’s phone vibrated in his pocket. The display showed an unknown number, and he knew exactly what that meant. It had to be Ackerman. He pressed the power button on top of the phone to deny the call and avoid further distractions. “Who was it?” “Not important.” “Does he call you a lot?” “All the damn time.” Belacourt’s voice came over the radio, cutting their conversation short. “Okay, all units move in. We want him alive.” Marcus had overheard Vasques debating with Belacourt about how to handle any strange vehicles.
