Chapter Eleven
Rigger brushed his finger down the face of his phone and touched the first number on the list. He took a coffee mug from the kitchen cabinet as he listened to the phone.
Pugsley answered on the third ring. “Hey, Rig, what’s up?”
“Someone’s been tailing me.” Rigger poured steaming coffee into the mug. He told Pug about the tracks in the snow.
“Well, well,” Pugsley said, “Raider’s partner isn’t too bright.”
Rigger sipped his coffee. “You think that’s who it is? The guy working with her?”
“Pretty sure. You and Wolf want to take a walk in the park?”
“We can do that. What time?”
“Gimme an hour to get set up, then walk past the statue of General Sherman. Make a circuit to Shakespeare, and back around Sherman again. That way, I’ll be sure I’m shooting the right guy.”
“Okay
