again. Mrs. Miller backed out of the garage. The kidnapper’s phone inside Billy Clyde’s pants pocket rang. He flipped open the phone, hitting the speaker button. “What?” “Don’t worry about the old lady. She’s got nothing to do with any of this. You’re not playing by the rules, Mr. Addams.” “I didn’t know they were any rules. ” “ You were told to stay in your house and wait. Not go running around trying to find me. And by the way who’s your sidekick?” Dylan put the car in drive and pulled out behind Mrs. Miller. “A friend.” “Whatever. I’m not happy about you breaking the rules , but I expected it. You get one pass. Now, you’re going to go home and stay there. Or I will kill your wife right now. I’ll even let you listen as I kill her.”
CHAPTER 19
Dylan and Billy Clyde sat at the table staring at each other and the pictures Billy Clyde printed out from his digital camera at the Miller house. They were strewn about the dining room table. Neither one spoke , both lost in thought as they stared at photo after photo for a clue. Billy Clyde looked at him. “I can’t believe this.” “T hey obviously saw us going into Mrs. Miller’s, but the pictures don’t show anyone lurking around the neighborhood.” Billy Clyde tossed the pictures on the table and stood. Exasperation, frustration, and exhaustion showed on his face. “Who knows? They could have been anywhere watching us. Maybe, we should go back and check out the neighbors.” “That will have to wait until morning.” He had to make Billy Clyde see reason. “You need to get some sleep. You’ve been shot and you’re exhau—” The big man swirled around, his eyes glaring. “I will not go to sleep while Theresa’s missing. I’ve got to find her.” Dylan kept his voice calm. “And we will find her, but it’s not going to happen tonight. They’re several steps ahead of us. We’re going to catch up and find them, but tonight that genius brain of yours needs to rest so it will be working at top speed. And besides we can’t keep barging into houses. Sooner or later one of them will call the police and we’ll be sitting in jail.” Billy Clyde plopped back into the chair. “Maybe you s hould call your boss or someone?” “When the feds get brought in, they have rules to follow. I have no plan to follow any of their rules.” Billy Clyde shook his head. He pulled the laptop sitting in the middle of the table toward him. “What we need to do is figure this thing out before they call back to verify I’ve deleted the file.” “So, you’re going to do it?” “Have to. They aren’t going to take my word that I’ve deleted the file. Which means they are either going to have me help them break into the Secret Service computer system or they can do it already.” “Do you actually have to delete the file? Can’t you hide it somehow until this is over and then get it back for them?” Billy Clyde shook his head. “I can’t take that chance. We aren’t really sure what this is all about or who’s involved. If I try to play games, it could backfire. I won’t risk with Theresa’s life.” Dylan nodd ed. Billy Clyde opened the laptop. “Ok, partner let’s talk this out. Who do you think could be doing this?” With a grim look, Billy Clyde nodded. “First of all, it h as to be someone who knows what I do for a living.” “T hat probably eliminates your friends or neighbors around here. None of them know what you do, right?” “Right. As far as they’re concerned, I’m a computer geek who works from home except for the occasional trip to the main headquarters.” “Who knows you have access to some pretty powerful databases?” “ My immediate supervisors but they have access to the same information I have so it wouldn’t be them. They assured me my real name isn’t known except by a few of the top brass. When I come up in discussions, they use the code name, Mr.