Vince was curled up on the passenger seat, nudging the Governor’s elbow.
“Shh, Vince.”
The Governor sat behind the wheel and looked out through the windshield. According to the list, Jack Miller lived in a house on the next block up from where he and Vince were parked. And the info said he was a regular morning runner. From their vantage point, he could see the house and one end of the alley that Jack might come out of when he drove to work. He didn’t know what he looked like, but Sandy had described him so he thought he would be able to pick him out.
A shade went up in an upstairs window of the house he was watching, grabbing his attention. Vince noticed the change in his master and sat up in his seat. The Governor scratched Vince’s neck. “Down, boy. Nothing to get excited about yet.” Vince groaned and settled down into the seat.
The Governor watched the house as he scratched Vince around the ears. The front door opened and a man stepped out wearing khakis and a polo shirt and looked up and down the street. “Doesn’t look like he’s dressed for a run this morning, Vince.” A second man stepped through the door. “Special Agent Fruen.” The Governor reached under the steering column and touched his car keys. He wouldn’t start his car until they had started theirs so as not to draw any attention.
The two agents walked down the sidewalk and got in the car parked at the curb. They pulled away quickly.
“Vince, they’re in a hurry to get somewhere.”