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Parker took it and quickly compared the phone number Scanlon had phoned in on with the ones we’d found in the closet Then she gave h five

“Bingo was his name-o,” she said

CHAPTER 52

WE WERE HOMING IN on Perrine now We could feel it

On the way back to the hotel, I drove while Emily disseminated the intel to just about every card in the ot a call, as did the FBI, CIA, NSA, and even Gray Fox, the army Special Ops communication specialists

Back in h a hot shower, and proceeded to crash like the Hindenburg I was facedown, still stone-dead asleep in the hotel bathrobe, whenten hours later

As it trilled, I blinked out theat the bright sky behind a palure it out No wonder they call this place La-La Land, I thought, finally answering my phone

“The goose just laid a four-hundred-troy-ounce gold bar,” Parker said excitedly “They just got the signal on Scanlon’s phone He’s in Orange County”

Parker clued hway

The signal on Scanlon’s phone was co from Newport Coast, a ridiculously affluent town an hour south of LA The Gray Fox army coulated Scanlon’s phone was in a development of ten-thousand-square-foot-plus houses off Newport Coast Drive, not too far from the world-renowned Pelican Hill Golf Club

As Parker drove, I flipped through an old Realtorco up on the massive mission-style mansion I read in the report how the prey-company billionaire but had recently been put up for rent due to ongoing divorce proceedings

“Huge pool,” I said, nodding “Ocean view, check and double check It also says the interior decor was ihteenth-century château in Monpazier, in the south of France This is feeling righter and righter, Ms Parker This seems to fit Perrine’s billionaire boulevardier tastes to a capital tee”

Our rallying point was behind a Trader Joe’s off the Pacific Coast Highway, three e of law enforceether over the next hour was nothing short of duot there, and for the next hour, a nonstop wagon train of unent cars pulled into the lot And this was just the civilian staging area

A series of white vans brought in the FBI’s hostage rescue tea them disembark, I noticed that there were two ether, apart and aloof, big, fit-looking lasses on under their drab olive ball caps

I didn’t need Parker’s help to figure out that they wereradio signals and whatnot between the civilian and military forces Parker had already toldsomewhere else to coordinate an air assault