Chapter Seventeen
In my haste, I realized I had no idea where Phil was and hoped Mo had a plan.
He handed me his smartphone as he raced out of the neighborhood. I swiped the screen and it opened to a GPS app.
“See the red triangle?” I nodded. “Zoom in and tell me where it’s positioned.” I did and relayed the cross streets, several miles south of our current location. “Keep ‘em coming.” Mo’s voice rumbled.
“Are we tracking Vinny?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t risked exposure when I’d been inside with Vinny and his crew, just to get us both killed when he was caught attaching something to Vinny’s car.
Mo shook his head. “Not Vinny.” I gave him a questioning look. “Phil.”
“This is Bob’s car?” I asked, sounding less shocked than I felt.
Chalk it up to nerves. I quickly overcame them when r
