Ghostwalker 08 - Street Game

coat, very James Bond with his cool sunglasses and black leather gloves. He’s moving through the crowd fast toward Griffen. Javier, he’s coming up on your left.
    I can take him, boss, Javier assured, even as he laughed and shoved one of the kids he was walking with.
    Your job is to get the earpiece in Sergeant Major’s pocket without anyone suspecting you, Mack pointed out. Killing him might be a dead giveaway that we’re going to take Griffen back. Just a thought, Javier.
    You never let me have any fun, Top, Javier grumbled.
    Everyone’s in place, boss, Kane said. So far, Sergeant Major hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary. Nothing will have raised a red flag yet. He hasn’t deviated at all from his routine so I doubt they’re doing anything but keeping an eye on him. It’s routine for them as well.

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    Javier’s making his move, boss, Gideon reported. He’s dropped his skateboard onto the ground and is showing off his tricks. Sergeant Major is still coming up on his left.
    Mack focused his long-distance vision and watched as Javier did a series of tricks to the boisterous appreciation of the other teens. They were clapping, and several tried to emulate him. He wove in and out of the group and then around them. As Sergeant Major walked by without so much as slowing, it was impossible to see if they had even brushed up against each other.
    Did you make the drop? Mack hissed between his teeth.
    No faith, Top, Javier said as he and another boy competed to see who could catch more air. Another burst of applause drew attention to the teens. Not even a comment on my tricks. I worked on that one for hours. I really think I’m underappreciated. Now would be a good time to talk about making some more dough, bro.
    Just don’t get killed. What else was there to say? No one could do what Javier did with his particular flair.
    Mack honestly couldn’t tell Javier from the others. He looked as if he belonged with them and had known them for years. He had a jacket like theirs, a backpack, and the usual ball cap, headphones, and glasses. He looked like any other kid showing off.
    Sergeant Major reached up, adjusted his glasses, and scratched his head. At once Mack heard his whisper in his ear.
    “You know we’re under surveillance right now, don’t you,” Griffen snapped. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed, Mack. This is insane. And where the hell are you?” As he spoke he covered his mouth, his eyes darting around as if to ferret out anyone watching them.
    Mack sat on the edge of the stairs, obscured by a towering bush. “Just follow instructions, Sergeant Major. You’ve got two shadows. Maybe more. I don’t want you to acknowledge anything, or talk to me. Just do what I say.”
    The sergeant major kept walking briskly through the crowd, out into the park, and slowed his pace as he walked in front of a framed “picture” of artist Frida Kahlo and her artist husband, Diego Rivera. He studied the two people posing. They stayed absolutely still, a replica of the actual painting. He turned to look at another picture and when he looked back, the two people were once again still, but they were in a slightly different pose. He frowned and walked back and forth, studying the frame from every angle, trying to remember exactly how they’d been posed before.
    “They’re good,” Mack acknowledged. “They changed hand poses. Keep moving.
    Slow, though. We need a chance to spot anyone tailing you. Take your time.”
    Griffen gave the two performers a small salute and continued on his way, wandering through the live art. He was an imposing man and easy to keep an eye on.
    Mack knew his shadows would hang back. The man in the trench coat ambled on the outer edges of the exhibit, although he did study the first picture for a long time just to 196

    make certain that small tribute the sergeant major had given them hadn’t been anything more.
    Gideon, Javier said. Take a good look at the woman standing just by the first painting. Average height and weight. Short dark hair. Dressed like everyone else. She blends in. Gray jacket with hood. She’s sipping coffee and thumbing through the art info.
    I got her.
    I got a feeling about her. She got out of the way when my little group came hurtling through there. Smooth. Fast. Clean. Really clean, Gideon. She’s a plant. If not with them, then law enforcement. And she blends too well.
    Mack smiled. Javier had a gift. If he said the woman had moved too