“This could help us,” Jaxon said.
“How?” Victoria asked, the cell phone in her hand, silent after Luke Harrison hung up on them.
“We can use his own tool to help us.”
She looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“We’ll get the software that he gave us and track his own cell phone with it. When he goes after Worthington, we’ll follow him to the spot and take it from there.”
She smiled and then frowned. “How will we keep Luke out of it?”
“He’s made his own bed. Now he’ll have to lie in it.”
“That’s not fair,” she said. “We helped make that bed and now we’re going to just abandon him to chance? We can’t do that.”
Jaxon knew she was right. The kid was only acting this way because he and Vick had dropped the ball. “What the hell do we do?” he asked. “We need him to lead us to Worthington.”
She nodded, thinking. “We need to beat him to Worthington.”
“That would take being a mind reader. We wouldn’t need Luke and his software if we knew where the asshole was.”
“Maybe we’ll be able to guess.”
“Big risk.”
“Any better ideas?”
He shook his head. “Let’s go to the Hoover building and get the laptop. We’ll grab it and wait with it in Luke’s neighborhood so we’ll be right on his tail. Just in case.”
She looked into his eyes and grabbed his arm. “He’s not going to win.”
“You don’t have to give me a pep talk, Vick.”
“Maybe I need one,” she said and smiled.
He squeezed her hand and smiled back. “Come on.”