Untraceable. Janie Crouch
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system listed one of the releases, a low-level hired thug named Mark Bolick, because of the agent who had apprehended the suspect: Evan Karcz. At first Juliet didn’t pay the communiqué any attention. As an analyst, she had multiple lists like this come across her computer screen every day.
Mark Bolick had been arrested last month during an altercation between the crime group DS-13 and some Omega agents, a situation that had almost left her brother Sawyer dead. Most of the members of DS-13, including the dirty ex-FBI agent running the crime ring, had been killed. But some had been arrested, including Bolick. Evan had been undercover, not directly involved in the case. But because Sawyer, the agent in charge, had been in critical condition, Evan had arrested the remaining bad guys. Not common practice in undercover work.
Mark Bolick in and of himself wasn’t much of a problem. Juliet didn’t know why he was getting out on bail so early and didn’t really care. The problem was Bolick had ties to Vince Cady, based on information she’d read in the files this morning. Although he didn’t seem to be a big part of Cady’s organization, he was dating Cady’s niece.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Bolick, after sitting in jail for over a month, would be heading up to Baltimore as soon as possible, probably to see his girlfriend. But it wasn’t a stretch to think he might check in with Cady immediately.
And he’d be sure to remember the man posing as Bob Sinclair as the one who had arrested him just a few weeks before. That would mean the end of the case for Evan.
And probably his life, especially if they’d already discussed any details about anything. Or maybe just because Cady or one of his men would see it as an opportunity to get rid of an undercover cop.
Juliet immediately speed dialed Evan’s phone. A call was risky, but at least produced immediate communication. Evan would be able to talk his way out of it, make up some excuse to Cady about why he was taking the call.
But he didn’t answer.
Juliet immediately sent a text from her computer to the same number. Aunt Suzie had a heart attack. Mom needs you to come home right away.
Aunt Suzie was the signal for general emergency. Come home right away meant to get out of there now. Evan wouldn’t have any details, but he would know what the message meant.
Juliet sat staring at her computer, waiting for the screen to give a received message. All Omega-issued phones had the capacity to show if a message had been received. Helpful, but not foolproof, since it couldn’t notify the handler if the agent was the one who had actually read the text. Just that it had been accessed.
Juliet didn’t necessarily expect Evan to respond, depending on what was going on in the meeting with Cady, but she did want to know the warning had been received.
But nothing. She sent the text again, just to be sure. Still nothing.
Multiple scenarios ran through her head ranging from the benign—Evan was in a momentary situation where he couldn’t access his phone or didn’t have a signal—to the catastrophic—he had already been exposed as an undercover agent and executed by Vince Cady.
Juliet gave it five more minutes, sending the message three more times.
Nothing.
She looked at her watch and did some quick calculations. Eleven-fifteen. Evan should definitely already be meeting with Cady by now. And it was a hundred fifty miles from Richmond to Baltimore, so it was conceivable that Mark Bolick could’ve already made it there, too. She needed to find out where Evan was and get in touch with him.
Juliet opened the program that allowed her to use Evan’s phone as a tracker. She entered in the code for it and waited.
Device not found.
Juliet entered in the code one more time to be sure. Nothing again. Now she really began to worry. There were too many unknowns in this situation. She had to make a decision. She didn’t want to blow the operation for nothing, but neither was she willing to risk Evan’s life.
She called the contact number she had for the Baltimore PD. Quickly she explained the situation to a ranking officer there, asking him to send out a unit to check the location of Evan’s meeting with Cady near the Baltimore Pier, explaining the need for speed but also stealth, if possible. The officer assured her of their cooperation and that he would call back shortly.
It didn’t take long, about fifteen minutes—although it felt much longer—for the officer to call her back. His response had Juliet immediately running down the hall to Burgamy’s office.
“Dennis, we have a problem with Evan in the undercover op,” she told her supervisor, without any preamble. She explained about Mark Bolick.
“Have you contacted Baltimore PD and GPS for his phone?”
“Yes, for both. I’m not getting any GPS location reading for his phone at all. BPD sent a unit to the location I provided, where Evan reported the meeting with Vince Cady would be held, but no one was there. They said it was completely empty, with no sign of any sort of struggle or foul play.”
Burgamy stood. “Okay, that’s both good and bad.”
Juliet knew what he meant. Evan wasn’t lying in a pool of blood somewhere, so that was good. But they had no idea where he was, and no way of contacting him. That was bad.
Very bad.
“It’s just a matter of time before Mark Bolick shows up while Evan is there.” Juliet tried not to pace around Burgamy’s office, but it was difficult.
“Have Baltimore put out an APB on Bolick. Maybe we can catch him before he meets up with Cady and Evan. If he’s in Baltimore, he’s breaking his bond agreement, anyway, by being out of state.”
Juliet had her phone out to make the call.
Burgamy stopped her. “Juliet, you worked with Evan as this persona before. Do you know of any places he might have suggested to Cady? Neutral places that would make the guy more comfortable? Obviously, the meeting wasn’t going as well as Evan hoped if they aren’t at the location they agreed to, and his phone is completely offline.”
This probably wouldn’t have happened if you’d gone undercover with him.
Burgamy didn’t say the words out loud, and may not have even been thinking them. But Juliet could feel them floating in the air. Maybe it was just her own guilt talking.
“I don’t know. Yeah. Maybe a couple of places.” Juliet could picture a few.
“I don’t have any agents to send out. Everybody has gone into DC to help with this bomb issue. Until we know for sure Evan is in trouble, the bomb has to be my priority.”
Juliet nodded. Burgamy was right; he couldn’t pull men off a known crisis for something that was only a possible one. “Okay, I’ll work with Baltimore PD. Hopefully this is just some sort of fluke thing and Evan will be in touch soon.”
But her gut told her the opposite.
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