“What makes you say that?”
“It takes someone with a certain amount of skill to know how to take a cell phone apart in such a way that it still shows up on most normal tracking programs as active.”
“You think she’s the one who did it?” I asked.
“I do.”
“Based on?”
“Instinct.”
I nodded. Sometimes, that’s all we had to go on. I trusted Deck’s gut as much as I trusted my own.
“I’ll start searching through security-cam coverage. What do you know about the nurse?”
I pulled up the contact information for the medical personnel placement agency I’d used to find her and forwarded that to Deck.
“While I do this, give them a call and see if they’ve heard from her.”
“Copy that.”
Both he and I realized the time difference simultaneously. “Guess you’ll have to wait,” he muttered when I calculated it was three in the morning over there.
* * *
“We have a hit,” he said less than ten minutes later.
“Who?”
“The nurse.”
I looked at the screen. “Is that Dulles?”
“Affirmative.”
“What time was that?”
“Seven last night.”
* * *
More than twenty-four hours ago, which meant Siren and her nurse could be just about anywhere in the world by now.
“Is Siren with her?”
Deck shook his head. “She’s smart enough to know how to beat facial recognition, Smoke.”
In the same way most in the intelligence business would. If one of us appeared on security footage, it was because we wanted to. What surprised me was that Siren hadn’t made sure her nurse wasn’t recognized either.
“Better read Rile in on this,” Deck suggested.
While it was a little later in Spain, it was still the middle of the night, so rather than calling, I sent him a text. Siren on the move for more than twenty-four hours. Current whereabouts unknown.
It wasn’t five minutes before my cell rang.
“Brief me.”
I told him everything Decker and I knew to this point.