Penny and Tommy emerged from the Logan side of the harbor tunnels. She glanced occasionally at stores, traffic, pedestrians, and remained quiet as they drove up 1A towards Revere. “Long way home, don’t you think?”
Tommy glanced at her in the rear-view mirror. “Making sure we’re not followed, Ms. Lane.”
“I have to piss.”
“You didn’t go before we left?”
“The espresso. I can piss the seat if you’d like.”
He pulled into a gas station.
“Are you kidding? Look at this place. I’ll get the clap just asking for the key.”
“Suggestions?”
She pointed to a 7-11 a block down. “That place looks clean enough.”
He pulled into the 7-11. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
“I’m so comforted.”
Penny walked up to the cashier. They exchanged words, the cashier pointed to a hall at the rear of the store. Penny nodded and headed in that direction.
Tommy played ten games of solitaire on his phone, checked the time, and made a call.
Connelly answered. “What do you think?”
“Do I think she’ll keep her end of the bargain? No. Do you?”
“She’s intelligent but not clever. She’ll do what we want, not what was asked. Or do you think we made a mistake letting her go?”
“You think she’ll lead us right to him?”
“I think he’s both intelligent and clever, too clever for that. She’ll get us close and hopefully close enough. There’ll still be a gap we’ll have to cross.” Connelly paused. “Put on a good show of looking for her, just in case, then head on back.”
“Okay.”
“Good work, by the way.”
“Yep.”
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