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“You pinged the burner phone?”
“We did more than that. We woke up the phone and then geographically pinpointed the location through triangulation using the nine-one-one and one-one-two emergency beacon provisions on the network.”
“Didn’t know you were so up on your techno.”
“I’m not,” PT said. “I’m reading verbatim from a report sitting on my desk. Do I need to explain the rest?”
“Give me an hour,” Myron said.
“You’re joking, right?”
“The phone is at Emily Downing’s apartment. I know.”
“So you’re going to lie to me?”
“I’m not lying—”
“The phone isn’t at the apartment anymore,” PT said. “And neither are you.”
“What?”
“The phone is in the middle of Central Park. And guess what? We’ve also geographically pinpointed your phone, so we know that you’re crossing the park with it.”
Myron’s eyes widened. He did not break stride. He did not look behind him.
“You have my exact location?”
“It’s on my screen. You’re traveling southwest through Central Park.”
Myron swallowed. “And the burner phone?”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you telling me you don’t have it on you?”
“I don’t.”
“Shit.”
“How precise are the locations?”
“A hundred meters maybe.”
So someone was following him. Only two possibilities here. Greg or Emily.
“Look, we got agents on the way,” PT said. “It shouldn’t take long. Tell me about the phone.”
Myron debated a subtle turn-and-look to see if he was being followed. But then what? Suppose it was Greg. What was the plan here? Myron reached the walkway up to Strawberry Fields. Through the trees up ahead, he could make out the fortresslike exterior of the Dakota. Almost there. This was good. He would hurry up the path. He would get to the end of it and duck behind a tree. Then he could wait and see who was following him.
“Myron?” PT said. “What’s with the phone?”
“It’s a long story.”
Myron walk-ran up the path, glancing behind him as he did. There was a family of four. Two parents and two girls who looked to be twins. There was a tour group of maybe thirty behind them being led by a woman holding up a French flag so she was easy to follow.
No Greg. No Emily.
