Blue Smoke and Murder

37

SEPTEMBER 15

1:10 P.M.

Score’s fingers flew over his computer keyboard. He didn’t need Amy’s script to tell him that the Breck woman was on the move again. The locater he’d planted in her satellite phone was showing the kind of positional changes that only being in the air could bring.

Damn. Where is she getting the money to pay for all this?

He drummed his fingers impatiently on the side of the keyboard. Where she got her money wasn’t his problem.

Keeping up with her was.

His fingers drummed while he waited for someone in the home office to get Breck’s new flight plan.

When it finally came through, he cursed savagely. Then he put on his earphones and said, “We need to file a new flight plan.”

“Where to?” The pilot’s voice managed to sound curt and bored at the same time.

“Taos.”

The pilot didn’t require a computer to give her client the happy news. “We have to land in Salt Lake to refuel, as per our flight plan.”

“What about Snowbird?” Where the locater, and therefore Ms. Breck, spent some time.

“No landing strip.”

Figures. “Just get me to Taos the fastest way you can.”

With a brutal motion Score yanked off the headphones and watched the blinking light of the locater slide away from him.

It would be a distinct pleasure to get his hands on the bitch who was causing him all this trouble.