Midnight Kiss (Men of Midnight #7) - Lisa Marie Rice Page 0,60
truck and quickly worked the problem. He had the exact GPS coordinates of three of the closest videocams. They were connected to the Traffic Department of the Municipality of Sacramento. Sacramento had not spent much on cybersecurity, that was for sure. It took him a quarter of an hour working from his phone, and he was in the entire system.
Hope Ellis and the man had been here the day before, so he ran footage from 9 am onward. The closest videocam on the highway didn’t cover the actual turnoff. He had to deduce it by the turning on of the indicator light. Resnick himself switched on the indicator light at the very last minute, out of habit. He’d trained himself to always consider himself followed and rarely gave much advance notice as to what he was going to do. Some people were like him. Others turned on the lights five minutes before turning.
There were two hundred twenty cars in the time frame between 9 am and 5 pm. This was going to require a bigger and better monitor than his phone and was going to take time.
On his way back to the motel room that hadn’t bothered with ID and whose surveillance cameras were switched off, he stopped by a drive-through hamburger place, making sure his cap’s bill hid his face. He drove to the motel, ate his cheeseburger and went to work.
Four hours later, he had seven cars that were possible. Three had a single passenger. He grabbed the license plates of the four that were left. Three were registered in Sacramento to private citizens and the fourth was a corporate car he couldn’t see into.
He sat back, thinking. A corporate car. Sounded right. Owned by a company registered in Aruba. Which was owned by two other companies. From experience, Resnick knew that this was a rabbit hole. He wasn’t going to find out anything by chasing down who owned the car on paper. That was irrelevant. He was going to get somewhere by chasing down the car itself.
It was going to take time. He was going to have to monitor all the traffic cams in Sacramento. Luckily, he had a program that could speed it up but it would still take a long time.
After five hours, he ordered a steak and fries from a nearby diner and then got back down to work, knowing it would probably take all night.
Sooner or later he’d find Hope Ellis and the guy. And smoke them. Court Redfield had been very clear on that.
This was important to Redfield. Resnick knew he’d move way up that greasy pole if he accomplished this mission. Just the thought of being the power behind the throne to the President of the United States gave him goosebumps. The Presidency was such a long long way from the trailer park he’d grown up in.
Oh yeah, he’d accomplish this mission. Hope Ellis was a dead woman walking.
How was she expected to reason her way through this with Luke … right there? Right in her face? So very handsome, even with that grim expression. How could he be so good looking yet so very serious? All the good looking men Hope had ever seen had expressions ranging from smiling to sulky but not serious. And they’d been on screens or in glossy magazines, never in meatspace. And certainly never so close to her.
Really close. She’d spent all night with her nose right up against his skin, with his body close up against her. And a lot of time with him inside her. She knew how he smelled. Some intoxicating blend of soap and testosterone that should be classified as a Schedule 1 drug, certainly addictive for anyone possessing two X chromosomes. Should absolutely be against the law.
If every male on earth smelled like that, felt like that, no work would get done. Ever. Women would just sit around, smelling and touching their males.
Not that Luke was her male. He was … she had no idea what he was to her. He hadn’t run screaming after they’d made love, there was that. Any of the times. She hadn’t had men run screaming from her bed, but most of them were more interested in her algorithms than in her. And she hadn’t been all that impressed with her four — no, three lovers. One of them hadn’t really been a lover, not in the technical sense of the term. He’d tried, but his systems had malfunctioned.