A Run For Their Money
Chapter Twelve
"Okay, Seth, let's go through this one more time," Castle said to him.
With a low moan, Seth lowered his head to discuss the final stage of the operation with Castle and Beckett.
He was tired of this entire mess and of the lie he'd been living: having shadows - or rather ghosts - following his every move.
He laced his fingers together and moved his clamped hands to rest atop his head. He could feel the tension in Susan's body, as she leaned into him, and knew she was having reservations.
But all he wanted right now was to check on his daughter, Angela, who was asleep upstairs. She'd been the one that was hurt the most during this entire operation.
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Moving the van from the Chase bank, Turner had checked for any tails. He didn't need to be caught now, especially while he was driving with the merchandise. What he didn't know was that a tracking device had been placed behind the left rear axle of his vehicle. The men involved with the operation would be able to follow him with little difficulty.
Taking the Cross Bronx Expressway to I-95 heading for Connecticut, he was en route to a storage warehouse in Stamford.
He'd been renting a room there for the past three years; it was filled with all types of merchandise from different cases he'd worked on.
Tanner kept looking at his rear-view mirror. With traffic being so light at this hour, he wanted to make sure no one was following. Getting off at Exit 8, he passed the Metro North Station, then headed to the warehouse district. There were few cars on the road, and eventually he came to a side road that lead to the storage facility.
As he pulled into the storage area, he parked the van, and went into the glove box to take out a flashlight to make his job of storing the items that much easier.
