CHAPTER ELEVEN
“WE LOST THE GPS TO Clovis’s phone at ten,” Alf told the assembled Honeybuns.
Several faces paled, Wanda Honeybun, matriarch of the Honeybun clan, covered her mouth with a long-fingered hand, her blue eyes widening in alarm.
“What exactly does that mean,” Percy asked.
Alf frowned. “I’m guessing the phone was destroyed somehow.”
Bob Honeybun wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “That sounds ominous, son. Can’t you give us any better information? Destroyed how?”
“Maybe the battery died,” Heathcliffe offered.
Alf shrugged. “It’s possible. I have a call in to someone I know at the NSA to see if they can help me find the phone.”
Pleasance lifted a slim, dark eyebrow. “You’re telling me that those guys can track a phone even if it’s off?”
Alf’s response was a lift
