CHAPTER TEN
As it turned out, with an unplanned stop and worse traffic than expected, it was twenty-five after seven when they pulled into Irina Maier’s empty driveway. They both climbed out of the car, and Boomer looked around. He’d been confident they hadn’t been followed.
Before they left Jake, he’d told them to return to the car rental place and switch cars, just in case one of the goons had tagged it. Boomer could’ve kicked himself for not thinking of it first. They’d even gone one better and returned the car to one rental place before walking across the street to get a new car from another one. And this time, he used an alias credit card and ID, which he was pissed he hadn’t done with the first rental. They hadn’t thought the Russians would know they were in Virginia less than twen
