As they turned into the parking lot Lizzie saw a figure poke his head out from around the corner of the brightly painted brick structure.
"There he is," Lizzie murmured, and Donny angled the SUV to pull up to a smooth stop just long enough for an obviously tense and exhausted Agent Jones to pile into the backseat next to Annie.
"Man, am I glad to see you guys. I made sure I wasn't followed," Jones rasped in relief as he set a small plastic bag on the floorboard between his feet. "But get me the hell out of here anyway."
While Donny drove the SUV back toward the FBI's Dallas office, a caravan five hundred and twenty miles to the southwest slowed to a crawl then turned into the huge open space that would serve as their base of operations in Fort Stockton, Texas.
Once they'd parked and Cl
