Street Game (GhostWalkers, #8)(88)

Paul nodded. “I know, boss.” He flashed a small grin. “Are you going to hit him upside the head like you did me?”

Mack grinned back. “I think I’ll skip that part.”

Sergeant Major is getting ready to move.

Mack snapped back to attention. “Walk out the door and turn left. Approach the fountain. Take out your cell phone. They can track you anywhere just using the phone. It has to be thoroughly soaked. Accidentally drop it in the fountain when you get jostled. I want you to get wet and have to buy new clothes. There’s a men’s shop just up the block. You’ve bought a couple of suits there before.”

Paul had told him that whenever Sergeant Major wanted a nice suit, he preferred the exclusive shop and would fly to San Francisco to acquire one. It was easy enough for Paul to go into the shop, identify himself as Griffen’s son, and purchase a new suit for him, made to his precise measurements. It was waiting along with socks, shoes, and underwear as well as a coat.

“Remove everything, Sergeant Major. There’s a medical kit. There’s a tracking device under your skin. Probably on your hip. That’s where we found all of ours. You’ll need to remove that. We’ve got a man inside who will sweep you for more and help stitch you up. You’ll need to be fast. Once the tracking devices go down, they’ll be on to us. Once we take you, they’ll send in their troops to try to kill or reacquire you. This will shake them up. You’re here on legitimate business so no one will ever know any of this happened once we take them down, but you can stay under their thumb until we remove the threat or come out now. Your call whether we go all the way or not.”

“Get me the hell out from under this bastard,” Sergeant Major snapped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he faked a cough.

Sergeant Major walked outside, looked around, and whipped out his cell phone again, moving toward the sculpted fountain. He frowned at his phone as he walked, going through his address book with his thumb.

Skull-boy gave up on the women. They caught the trolley. He’s on his way back, Lucas reported. I think they were genuine tourists, boss.

Get back here and get into place. We’re going to need precision. Jaimie, as soon as they’re out of there, get clear. Get back to the warehouse and barricade yourself in.

No problem, Mack. I’ve got the easy part. Be safe, all of you.

Javier wandered out of the coffee shop directly behind Bond-boy. The man stopped abruptly in the doorway, making a show of putting on his dark glasses. Javier bumped into his back, planting the homing device easily.

“Hey, dude. Keep moving,” Javier said rudely, shoving past and dropping his board on the ground.

Bond-boy flipped him off, already turning his attention to Sergeant Major. Javier gave a small kick-push and took off down the sidewalk.

Sergeant Major pushed the call button to begin dialing a number as he leaned down to look at the bottom of the fountain where the light display played through the water. Something bumped his arm and he whipped his head around to see an elderly man reeling, trying to maintain his balance. He dropped his phone and caught the man.

“I’m sorry, I was pushed,” the man said, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention. “Your phone . . .”

“It’s all right,” Sergeant Major assured as he removed his jacket. “It’s just a phone.” He rolled up his sleeve but even then, when he reached through the water to retrieve the cell phone, his immaculate white shirt was instantly wet.

Bond-boy isn’t happy, Gideon reported. He’s moving in on Sergeant Major. I can take him if he gets ugly.

Give him some room, Gideon, Mack advised. We knew they wouldn’t like losing the cell.

Sergeant Major retrieved the cell, shook the water pouring out of it, and turned it off, cursing under his breath, even as he again reassured the elderly man that it wasn’t his fault. He glanced at his watch and set off briskly going up the block toward the men’s shop. The man with the dark glasses fell in behind him, mixing with the crowd.

“Nice job,” Mack murmured. “Looks like you’ve got two shadows.”

“I spotted one,” Sergeant Major snapped.

“Don’t respond.”

Griffen cursed again and picked up his pace, his coat over his soaked sleeve. Mack felt bad for him. The man was a legend, reduced to playing a puppet on a string because of his love for his son. He was a man of action, not someone to let others manipulate him. Mack would bet his life he was armed and willing to use his weapons. Sergeant Major entered the men’s store, disappearing inside.

I’ve got him, Ethan said. He’s stripping to the skin. I’m placing everything in a plastic bag. It’s safer to get rid of everything, then take it to Jaimie. I don’t want them tracing anything back to her. We’ll have to rely on the trace. She’ll have the cell phone.

Hurry, Ethan, you’re on the clock, Mack advised. Get that tracking chip out of his hip.

Scanner picked up a second one. Ethan’s voice was grim.

Mack swore. Can you get it?

It will be tough. It’s deep. Sergeant Major says to cut the damn thing out of him regardless. Ethan let the admiration for the sergeant major show in his voice. “Sir, we have very little time. Can you stitch up your hip while I try digging for this thing?”

“Whatever gets me out of here fast,” Theodore Griffen snapped briskly. Ethan shot him full of painkillers and deadened the area before cutting out the first small chip, but still, it hurt like hell. Griffen didn’t care. He wanted the vultures off his back and he wanted to retaliate.