CHAPTER ELEVEN
He was more than halfway there, following the GPS route on the Russian’s phone, when his own cell chimed from inside his pocket. He’d almost forgotten he had it, which could have spelled trouble if it went off when he was trying to sneak around.
Zero pulled his phone out and saw a text from Maria.
Where are you? Are you okay?
Right. He’d nearly forgotten about that too. In fact, the fight with Maria, if it could be called that, felt like days ago now even though it had only been earlier that afternoon—before he impulsively flew to Jacksonville, briefly visited his irate daughter, and then (equally impulsively) accepted a death wish of an assignment from a woman he barely knew to save another woman who might have been dead already.
He thought about replying with a lie or
