Page 49 of Soros
The two detectives were getting frustrated as well because the tracking signal from Tania’s phone took us around the city.
“It has to be someone on a motorbike or it’s impossible for them to move through traffic that fast,” one of them said.
“Now, it stopped,” the other responded while staring at the screen of his phone. “She’s at Columbia University.”
“What is that?” Nerix asked.
“It’s a school,” the driver responded. “We can be there in ten to fifteen minutes.”
“Maybe Tania wanted to show Star where humans go to school?” I suggested as I tried to find a plausible reason why they would venture this far away from the hotel.
“Call her again,” I told Lios, who had been calling Tania’s phone nonstop since he figured out how to use the device.
“Still no answer,” he said when it went to voicemail again.
“Whoever has the phone is walking now. The target isn’t moving as fast as before,” the detective in the passenger seat said. “That’s good because it means we can finally catch up.”
Nerix suddenly grabbed onto my knee. “I felt her.”
“Who, Star?”
“Yes. I felt her just for a fraction of a frollon.”
“Good. Keep trying to reinforce your connection with her,” Lios told him.
“You got to be joking.” The detective in the passenger seat exclaimed and scratched the gray hair on his neck.
I couldn’t see his screen from where I was sitting but leaning forward, I asked. “What happened?”
“They’re moving again, but even faster this time.” He watched the screen.
“In which direction?” the driver asked.
“Northbound.”
“Then we keep staying the course. What road?”
I watched the screen. “But that makes no sense. Your vehicles don’t fly so how are they moving through the buildings?”
Both men turned to give me a strange glance. “They’re not flying above the buildings or driving through buildings. They’re moving underground,” the driver explained.
“You have tunnel systems,” Lios concluded.
“Yes, the subway,” the driver confirmed. “You guys really don’t know much about New York, do you? Haven’t you seen the subway in movies at least?”
We ignored his question and Lios asked, “How do we stop one of these trains?”
The two men exchanged a glance but stayed silent as they went back to driving and watching the screen.
“I asked you a question,” Lios said.
The driver didn’t seem to understand the importance and dismissed the idea. “We can’t just stop the subway and chances are that before we could get that organized, your friend would be off the subway anyway.”
“Harlem station,” the detective in the passenger seat said. “Looks like they’re back to walking.”
I felt like screaming. “How fast can we get there?”
“We’re using the siren to get there faster.”
