Page 110 of Crossing the Line
“A photographer spotted Ganim at the Sinners’. He’s tailing him now.” Xavier switched to the other phone. “You still with me, Arnie?”
“Yeah. I got him. He’s still on foot. Walking pretty fast. Oh! He’s stopping at a car.”
“What kind of car?”
“Blue? Like a darkish blue.”
Xavier looked heavenward and prayed for patience. “Can you see the plates?”
“Uh-uh. Not from here. He got in. He’s just sitting there.”
“Wait until he pulls out onto the road and then start following him but not too close.”
“Am I going to have to arrest him? Like what’s involved in a citizen’s arrest?”
“I don’t think it’s going to come to that,” Xavier said dryly.
“His taillights came on! He’s moving,” Arnie announced.
“Okay, wait ‘til he starts moving and then ease up on him.” He switched phones again. “Travers, tell me you have people mobilizing.”
“We’re dispatching two teams. One for Ganim and one for the ‘surprise’ that he just messaged Waverly about leaving. Tell me what kind of car we’re looking for?”
“A blue one.”
Travers swore colorfully in his ear.
“Hang on,” Xavier told him. “Arnie, what have you got?”
“So the car is still blue. I think it’s a Honda. An older one. The rear passenger door is a different color, like primer or something.” He rattled off the license plate number.
“Where is he headed now?”
“Out of the neighborhood. Turning onto Linda Flora.”
“Which way?”
“Uh, right?”
Xavier repeated the description of the car and the plate number to Travers. He heard yelling and then swearing in the background.
“Uh, Mr. Saint?” Arnie said in his left ear.
“Yeah, Arnie.”
“He’s turning onto Bellagio. I think he’s—”
“Heading for the 405,” Xavier finished the thought for him.Shit.“Where’s your team Travers, and why the fuck don’t you have someone sitting on the house?”
“I don’t have time to educate you on all the ways budget cuts have fucked our investigations. We’re tapping the locals to keep up with everything.”
“Well tap whoever you have to. He’s headed for the 405.”
“Christ,” Travers muttered. Xavier heard him pick up his desk phone again and start yelling.
“Arnie, what’s going on?”
“We’re heading for the on ramp. What do I do?”
