I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the small burner phone I hadn’t used in weeks. Joe picked up before the second ring.
“Boss?”
“It’s me.”
There was a pause. Then a slightly amused, “You never call me on this one unless it’s stupid or genius.”
“Both. I need you to remotely access the SUV’s control board. Just enough to fry the ignition module. Disable the brakes.”
A low whistle from the other end. “You’ve got your kids in the car.”
“I’m Leon Darrow’s girl, remember? You think I’d let them get hurt?” I smiled at the snoring trio in the back. “Just give me a light scare. I want Alec to think I’m in trouble.”
“You’re playing the damsel?”
“I’m reinventing the genre. Call it strategic distress.”
He laughed, then I heard fingers flying over keys. “Ten seconds after your
