"Leave it to Anton to stall Cassidy enough that we can stay close to the transmitter…"
Steve shook his head in disbelief as they rolled out of the underground parking garage, before keeping a comfortable two block distance between the crooked detectives and themselves.
"Let's just say that my urgent plea to make sure we stay close may have alerted his senses for once.", Mike retorted facetiously, one eye kept on the blinking red light of the transmission receiver he'd placed on the dash, "Jimmy said that this is one of the newest devices on the market. It will continue to transmit for up to two miles. Too bad we had to lose the audio option to get that benefit though."
"Yeah, I know."
Without a proper warrant in place justifying its use, they knew that any recording coming from the other LTD would be inadmissible in court. But yet, it would have been nice to hear what was said amongst the group of dangerous men that had wreaked havoc over the past few months- at least while they were being followed.
"Did Jimmy say where he hid the tracker?", Steve asked curiously, as they turned southwest on Mission.
"Right below the front bench. This way he could put on the work order for the garage that he was fixing some radio cables down there."
"Lieutenant, Lieutenant. You are getting downright conniving in your old age, you know that? Bypassing all regulations and having Jimmy Desco rig a transmitter onto the car. Who'd have thought of that?"
"Desperate times, my friend, desperate times…", Mike returned and patted his partner's forearm reassuringly, then pointed toward the dark blue LTD following dense rush-hour traffic a couple blocks ahead, "And if our gut instinct is right, they should make a quick stop at the fire station here any minute."
