Chapter 237

Trees’s head popped up. “Classic sports car. Tell me everything you can remember about it.”

She did.

His heart started revving. They might be getting somewhere… He tapped furiously on his keys, looking through bills of sale, pictures, auctions, and car shows before he finally found an image that brought it all together for him. A little more cross-checking later, and he pounded his fist on the table. “Motherfucking bingo. I got you, you son of a bitch.”

“Are you sure?” Laila sounded afraid to hope.

“Oh, yeah.” He reached for his phone and dialed Hunter. “Are you ready for some good news? Because I know exactly where Montilla is going to be in two days. All we need is a plan.”

***

Trees stood by the front door at oh-dark-thirty in head-to-toe camo, a backpack hanging from his left shoulder, and frowned. “I should be back in twelve hours. Are you sure you don’t want to spend the day in my panic room?”

Laila shook her head. “I will be fine.”