Page 94 of Free Fall (The Quantico Files 3)

“Sure.”

She followed him past a row of booths, most of them with games. They stopped at a food stand. He stepped behind the counter, then took out two hot dogs on buns, some chips, and two large cups that he filled with soda. After grabbing some napkins, he came out from behind the counter.

“Let’s go over there,” he said, nodding toward a couple of picnic tables set up not far from the booth.

After putting the food on the table, he said, “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.”

He walked away and pulled the phone out of the pocket he’d touched earlier. As he made a call, Tracy tried to listen, but his voice was so low she couldn’t understand him. After he hung up, he came back to the table.

“So I take it you never visited the park she was talking about?” he asked.

Tracy shook her head. “No. We moved here from Kansas about six years ago. Maybe it was already closed by then? I’d never heard of it until Alex brought it up.”

He looked worried, and his knee kept jumping up and down as if he were keeping beat to a tune no one else could hear. It certainly wasn’t the Daisy song that kept playing over and over in the background.

Tracy was certain the bait was set and the trap was about to spring. For the first time since she’d been brought here, she felt some real hope.

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