Chapter 26
I took off my suit and put on a T-shirt and jeans, but looking in the mirror I had to admit: I still looked like a Fed. I didn’t want to drive to the show because my car looked exactly like the sort of thing an FBI agent would be driving, it would make Bill even less likely to be willing to talk to me if he saw me pull up in that. I’d have to take the trains instead, and that would take the full two hours I had available.
I picked up the tail on the way to the train station. Two guys I didn’t recognize, who didn’t catch up with me when I slowed down but didn’t lose me either. They both looked like aging skinheads, suspenders and Doc Marten boots and everything. I couldn’t be sure they were really following me, so I couldn’t be sure they were Ultima Thule. If I wanted to make i
