Chapter FifteenLee was still being trailed. There was no more orange Camaro, so they had apparently taken his advice and switched to the less obvious brown Ford Fusion that Lee saw several times a day. Presently, they were three cars behind and had been following him for the past half-hour. He made the effort to leave them behind only when there was some reason. Otherwise, they were welcome to follow him, and find nothing of interest.
Lee's phone rang. He saw the number and answered immediately. “What have you got?”
“We have an ID on the picture you transmitted. Your man with Thomas Walter Cummings is one Jake Carlson. He is a manager of operations in the security department at Ellison.”
“Really?” Lee said. “So Jim Nolan has one of his own following me. Okay, one more thing. Run this CA
