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cleared the airports, he checked the train logs. That would be less accurate, since the security was less stringent. While he was running the search on Amtrak’s system, he started looking for other robberies. The guys had already driven away, and Duff and Grant were back in the room. Grant came over and glanced over his shoulder.
    “What are you searching for?”
    “More robberies.” Billy stared at the screen, wondering if he was seeing it correctly. “Okay, so I’ve been going through petty theft reports, and it looks like Craig has made a few mistakes. He was much more reckless in Virginia and up through DC. Then I think he got some medical help.”
    “I’ll check the hospitals. There’s a bunch, but we have to start somewhere,” Zander said.
    “Hey, drop that,” Marshal said. “I found him in New York.”
    “I’m checking the airports and flights,” Zander said.
    They reorganized quickly, all of them jumping on the new information. Billy’s eyes were tired, his brain aching as he pulled up another window, searching for anything they could tie to Craig. There was so much information to plough through, and finding the man in New York would be damn near impossible.
    “Hey, we’ll figure this out,” Grant said.
    “It’s exhausting. We’ve been looking for almost twenty-four hours without any real breaks.”
    “And we’ll keep looking because that’s what we do,” Grant said.
    Billy nodded and turned back to his computer. He decided to take a look at gun shops. At some point, Craig would arm himself. That Craig wasn’t headed straight for Colorado was troubling. Maybe they were wrong, and were following a bad trail, but he hoped they were on the right track. After about thirty minutes of searching, Billy came across a news article on a robbery outside of a gun store north of New York.
    “Hey, I think I found something. A vehicle was stolen outside of a gun shop north of New York City.”
    “Oh shit, do you think it was Craig?” Grant asked.
    Billy related the article, not reading verbatim as he sent the other guys a link to the site “The owner of the store gave a description of the guy, Leroy Vincent, who purchased a rifle the day before. Leroy wasn’t a local, and the owner didn’t like him. The next morning, his car was gone. The description matches what other people gave in Virginia.”
    They were quiet as they read the article. Billy searched for more information on the car, like license plate and VIN number. When he found the information, he shot everyone a note.
    “I’ll start searching for hits on traffic cameras for the license plate,” Grant said.
    It was amazing the way the guys operated, flipping tasks and switching to new priorities as they found information. He’d never worked with a group of men who could move so quickly. In the Army, he’d met some sharp men, but this group was the best of the best.
    “Hey, I found something,” Marshal said.
    They all stopped what they were doing and turned to Marshal. “Don’t make us wait,” Duff said.
    “Sorry, I was just reading more of the article. The stolen car was found in Boston two days ago. We should contact the pilot and ask them to fly into Boston instead of New York.”
    “I’m on it,” Duff said.
    Now they were getting somewhere. Billy started checking flights out of Boston, making sure that Craig hadn’t booked himself a seat on any of them. They’d only know for sure that it was Craig once they had men on the ground. It could be just some random idiot who jacked a car and took it for a joy ride, or it could be one of the most wanted men that America would never find out about because he was too dangerous to expose to the general public.
     

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Davis checked his six for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. After the shooting, he’d walked around the city, searching for a place to stay. For the moment, he thought he was safe. Earlier in the day, he’d stopped at a roadside vendor