Rina left the tracker untouched.
It sat on the motel table with its screen lit pale green, pulsing once every three seconds, then going dim as if the signal had to gather enough strength to exist again.
It was neither flat nor warm.
That was worse than both, because it was trying.
"Door five," Rina said again, quieter this time.
Sam had already opened the notebook. The page with the crossed CENTER box and the fifty-nine lay under his hand. He did not write a new number. Caleb noticed that and was grateful for it.
"Read it," Tali said.
Rina leaned over the tracker. "It's not like Pasco. Pasco was a person calling from inside a closed place. This is..." She stopped, teeth set.
"Say the ugly version," Caleb said.
"This is a person hiding from inside a place that's being searched."
Nobody moved.
The tracker pulsed again. On the tiny map, no clean location appeared. Only a direction, then a blur, then nothing.
