“If they were learning how to cut an I-beam, they must be inside some place . . . must be able to get inside with explosives and detonators and all that.”
“Whatever it is, I believe they’re going to do it soon, since Hawkes just evacuated the war zone,” Kaiser said. He held the door for her, and said, “Let’s find a place to sit and talk. I wonder where Low is? We haven’t heard from Low. Or even seen him.”
“Now, that’s a thought,” Letty said. She cupped her hands over her nose and mouth, thinking, then said, “Probably doesn’t have a driver’s license, at least, not a current one, or his parole officer could find him. Same goes for truck registration.”
“Greet says his cell phone has to be a burner,” Kaiser said. “We need regular bills that aren’t on a government computer that everybody is wired into, that the parole officer would be accessing.”
“Utility bills. Greet already looked at some for Sawyer and Crain,” Letty suggested. “They usually go to the address where the service is.”
Kaiser ticked a finger at her: “That might be the thing. We could get Greet to call.”
“She might be tired of us asking for her help,” Letty said. “And it’s after hours in Washington.”
“Fuck her. That’s her job. Call,” Kaiser said.
* * *
Letty called Greet, who was still in her office and said that she would do what she could. “Problem is, places are closing down for the day. It’s getting late. And to tell you the truth, I don’t think it’ll do any good.”
“Tell me why,” Letty said.
“Because he’s gone underground. His parole officer can’t find him, you haven’t seen him. He’s got a fake ID and it’s a good one. I think Hawkes is gone, too. Do you think she sold her Jeep and now is walking around with thirty thousand dollars in her pocket? I don’t think so, either. She bought another vehicle, but she hasn’t registered one. Bought it under a fake name, with a fake ID, or a private sale, or all of that. But I’ll bet dollars to donuts that she’s got wheels.”
“How do we find them?”
“I don’t know,” Greet said. “I’ve been researching Hawkes, she was in the Army and did okay there, she’s bright, that shows up on her Army intelligence tests. We have good pictures of her now, from the Army and her college ID. If we distribute them all over, some cop will eventually spot her, but that’s not going to happen tomorrow or even next week.”
“Send them to my phone—the pictures,” Letty said.
“Yes.”
* * *
After talking with Greet, Letty called Pugh, the Monahans cop, and asked if she could go by Crain’s and Duran’s houses in Monahans to see if lights were on, if there were parked vehicles out in front of them.
“We could go back up there, if they’re around,” Letty told Kaiser.
“Four and a half hours gone,” Kaiser said.
“What would we do for four and a half hours, if we stayed here?” Letty asked. “We’re stuck.”
Pugh called back fifteen minutes later and said both houses were dark, with no vehicles around.
“They’re all moving,” Kaiser said. “It’s under way, whatever it is.”
“It’s like a fuckin’ nightmare,” Letty said. “One of those where you’re trying to find your school locker and you keep running from one to the next, and it’s never yours.”
* * *
Letty and Kaiser went up to their rooms to wash their faces and hands, then walked back to the pizza place again to get dinner.