Free Hunt Me (Love Thieves #3) by Heather Long Page B

out anything more about that summer.”
    “You got it.”
    The man rang off, and Jarod started his car. Georgia backed out of her parking spot and waved as she drove off. He shook his head. He needed to head to the Hollywood bus terminal and review what, if any, security tapes they had. Which meant another call and another favor.
    His Kit Kat became increasingly expensive.
     
    Two hours later, he stared at three monitors. The Greyhound station had upgraded their surveillance since 9/11, but the angles were shit. He knew what time Kit met with Georgia on the boulevard, so he narrowed his search window to those two hours. How many people bought tickets or passed through the station at four in the morning?
    Too many.
    “Stop.” The tech hit the space bar at his word, and all three images froze. “Back camera three up ten seconds.”
    The man complied. A leggy woman in skinny jeans and a red tank top sauntered across in slow motion. A black cap hid her hair, but he didn’t need to see it. She moved with absolute confidence and control. “Follow her.” He pointed to the screen.
    The man nodded and started typing. The screens shifted. She walked from camera three onto four and then around the corner onto seven. At a locker, she inserted a key and pulled out a duffel bag. She opened it but blocked their view of the contents.
    Leaving the locker, she followed a path which took her out of sight until they found her on camera six, four, and back to three. She disappeared again, for ten seconds, before appearing on camera one at the ticket window.
    She paid cash.
    Jarod had to admire her skill.
    She was good.
    “Can you tell me her destination?”
    The third man in the booth, the station manager, nodded. “Give me a minute.” He swiveled to face another computer terminal and typed in some information.
    “She left here,” the guard scrolling the tapes said. “Right after she bought the ticket, she exited the station…maybe the buy was a distraction?”
    Maybe. Jarod waited for the manager.
    “Seven a.m. departure for Half Moon Bay. It’s about seven hours north of here.”
    “Run it forward.” Jarod glanced back at the screens, but the guard was already doing it. She appeared in the station at six fifty-five. They followed her route to the departure lanes, and, sure enough, she and her duffel bag boarded the bus. She didn’t give the duffel to the driver for storage, waving him off with a quick smile.
    The bus left at seven in the morning, and it was after five now. She was in Half Moon Bay. “Call ahead to the bus station. Send them this photo and see if she boarded another bus.”
    The manager nodded. “Should we warn the driver? I know she’s already left the one she booked on, but if she’s a credible threat….”
    Jarod shook his head once. “No. I’ll take care of this, and I don’t want her knowing anyone is coming.” He relied on the call from his contact at Homeland Security to keep these guys in line. They’d been more than cooperative.
    Pulling out his phone, he sent another text. He didn’t have a single asset in the area, but he could put researchers on trying to link Kit with Half Moon Bay. The small seaside town didn’t offer any direct clues. He couldn’t discount the possibility of false trails. The resourceful and intelligent woman knew someone hunted her.
    “Do me a favor.” He leaned back down to the guard. “Can you tell if a bus is coming in from Half Moon Bay today?”
    “It’s probably a round-trip service.” The guard nodded, switching his screen to the scheduler. He typed in the bus number. “And it’s due back here at eight fifteen.”
    “Does the bus have a camera on board?”
    The guard blinked. “Yeah, but we’re not supposed to—”
    “Humor me. I’ll look away. Just tell me if she’s there.”
    “Why would she be?”
    “Humor me,” Jarod repeated.
    The guard glanced over his shoulder toward the manager, and the man gave him an impatient nod, continuing to