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I replaced the hat, the sport coat, and the slacks with my body armor, tactical gear, and cargo pants. The tinted windows provided enough privacy that no one could see in. At least I hoped not.
Once changed, I called Becca and asked if she was up to pinging Marshall’s new number.
“Hold on a minute. Lemme get logged into the system.” Becca sounded positively exhausted. I felt bad about calling. “Mierda. The user I’ve been mirroring changed their password. Un momento.”
“Don’t worry about it, girl. Get some rest.”
“¡Espere! I can get in there.” A moment later, she said, “Okay, I’m in. Entering Marshall’s number. Must be a burner. No user information coming up.”
“Can you get a location?”
“Yes, the phone is at Gila Valley Office Park in Buckeye.”
“Wow, way out there. At least it’s no
