Gone Missing. Camy Tang

was smart of them,” Jo said reluctantly. “Separate the two of you so they could more easily grab Joslyn. Then with Clay in jail, they could afford to wait and take care of him later.”

      Joslyn swallowed. “That’s what I was thinking. They’re probably upset you got Clay out of jail so fast.”

      “They could’ve tried something,” Clay said, “but I wouldn’t go down so easily.”

      “What are you going to do now?” Jo wiped her mouth. She’d inhaled that burger.

      “We still don’t know where Fiona is or why she disappeared,” Clay said.

      “I want to get online to do some research on Fiona and Martin Crowley,” Joslyn said, “but I can’t do that if we’re being followed. Those men would interrupt us before I even had a chance to log in to my computer.”

      “Those creeps have to know something about Fiona. I want to set a little trap so we can find out more about them.”

      “Nope, I don’t want to hear this.” Jo stood. “As your lawyer, I don’t want to know.”

      “We won’t do anything illegal,” Clay said. He’d learned his lesson years ago and was still paying for it now.

      “Regardless, it’s probably best if you don’t tell me.” Jo smiled at the two of them. “I hope I’ll see you again, but maybe somewhere other than the police station.”

      “You bet.” Clay shook her hand. “Thanks a lot.”

      Joslyn watched the lawyer walk away. “She was nice.”

      “And effective. The police could have been stubborn and kept me locked up.”

      “Not all policemen are like that.”

      “It’s because of what I used to do. I’ve never had a good relationship with cops.” And it looked as if he never would.

      Joslyn leaned forward on the bench. “So what kind of trap did you want to set?”

      “Where’s your cell phone?”

      “I left it on, like you wanted me to, but at the hotel so they wouldn’t know where I was going.” She blew out a breath. “It didn’t matter because they probably just followed me from the police station.”

      “But since it’s still on, those guys may not realize we suspect the phones are trackable.” Clay held up his own phone, which the officers had returned to him. “I want to lure them in. We’ll drop the cell phones somewhere, make them think we’re there, while we hide nearby. We can find out their license-plate number, maybe snap some photos.”

      Joslyn narrowed her eyes at him. “Tell me you’re not also hoping to capture one of them.”

      Clay thought he’d be able to take them, although it would be a tough fight, but there was always the chance one of them would grab Joslyn. He didn’t want to put her in danger or allow the men to use her as leverage. But he hesitated a fraction of a second too long before saying, “No.”

      “Clay—”

      “Really, no. It’s too dangerous. But it might be dangerous to set this trap for them, even if all we’re doing is getting a look at them.”

      “Get me a good photo,” Joslyn said. “I have a facial-recognition program I’m working on that can scan the web to try to find them.”

      “Really? I thought that was only on TV.”

      “You’d be surprised what real-life hackers can do.”

      He nodded and stood. “You ready?”

      They tossed their trash and then got into Joslyn’s rental car, although Clay got behind the wheel. “Let’s get your phone and then make sure we’re not being tailed,” he said. “We need to be a few minutes ahead of them.”

      They went to Joslyn’s hotel where they picked up her cell phone, and she gathered her things and checked out of the room, just in case. She seemed to have very few things—she’d bought new clothes at the mall today, and only had one other change of clothing. As she was looking through her stuff, she suddenly held up a small electronic device.

      “Is that a...?” Clay said.

      “GPS tracker.” Her skin flushed. “They went into my hotel room and pinned it under the collar of my jacket.”

      “Don’t ditch it yet,” Clay said. “That way the men won’t know that we discovered the trackers just yet. We can get rid of all that stuff later.”