Victor hadn't slept in two days. Dark circles rimmed his eyes as he paced the floor of his command center.
"Tell me again," he demanded, voice rough from too much coffee and not enough rest.
Gerald pointed to the map spread across the table. Red pins marked locations across the city.
"She's been moving carefully. One motel to the next." Gerald tapped the pins in sequence. "Never stays more than one night. Pays cash. Uses different names."
Victor leaned closer, studying the pattern. "She's zigzagging."
"Smart move," Gerald admitted. "Makes her harder to track."
"But there's a pattern." Victor traced the route with his finger. "She's working her way toward the coast. Small steps, but always moving in the same general direction."
Maria, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward. "S
