Chapter 102
“They’re on the move,” he said. “So am I.”
He stayed on the line as together we monitored the progress of the two vehicles on the app: one, Kenney’s, heading south, the other, Teal’s, north.
When they came to Pittsfield, they stopped; they had returned to the storage lot.
Ten minutes later, only one car left: Kenney’s BMW. Teal’s Highlander stayed where it was.
“Take a look at Teal’s Toyota, then call me.”
“What about the tracker?”
State law didn’t prohibit GPS tracking, but it could be considered a violation should the monitoring cause emotional distress. If Teal was dead, his distress, emotional or otherwise, was at an end, and we’d be left to explain to the police how we’d managed to locate the body.
“Call me first,” I said. “Then we’ll decide.”