“He froze in place, wondering if the place was rigged with motion sensors or night-vision cameras that he hadn’t spotted during his reconnaissance, and whether or not Creed would shoot first and try to identify him later. As a result, Creed had slammed into his pickup truck and was fishtailing down the rutted lane that was his driveway before Teague could react.“Shit!” Teague grabbed his Motorola CP150 two-way hooked to his belt, thumbed the “talk” button. “The subject just left in his pickup, c...oming toward the road. Follow him.”“What about you?” came Billy’s reply, his tone very quiet but his voice clear.“Send someone back for me. Don’t let him give you the slip—and don’t let him see you.”“Roger that.”Still swearing, Teague carefully reversed the path he’d taken. He could have made better time if he’d moved down into the lane, but he would also leave boot prints, and he preferred staying in the rough. He wondered what had happened to cause Creed to take off like a cat with its tail on fire, and whether he’d be better off waiting here and taking his shot whenever Creed returned, instead of following.The problem was, Creed might be gone for days, and Teague had no intention of sitting on his ass that long.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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