Chapter Forty
Watching and Waiting
Finally Talia had forced her way in to where the action was happening – or at least where it was being observed. After taking a room in the same deplorable motel Mr. Myers was staying at, she’d insisted on accompanying him to the rented house from which he was running his surveillance operation.
This was only a couple dozen miles from where her son was being held – and far less as the drone flies. Excellent. Talia wanted to see him in real time, and not in some carefully edited highlight package. Advised that she might pay for her impatience with long periods of boredom between even brief views of Junior, she’d followed the detective in stocking up on comfort food on the way over. She’d also brought her vaporizer. She was going to need it.
Put a bun
