CHPATER 14
The killer punched the steering wheel in frustration. None of them were ever alone. To achieve his goal he had to conquer them and to do that he had to divide them.
Time for a change in tactics.
He lifted his phone and dialled.
"Yeah?" a woman's voice answered.
"Scout their apartments; find me the one I can get easiest access to"
The woman hung up without response, she knew better than to question his demands.
Resigned for the moment to doing nothing more than watching, he put the car into drive and followed.
Gibbs was driving, he hadn't told Ziva where they were going or who they were going to visit. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes and wrenched the wheel to take the very tight right hand turn.
He slowed down along this street as if he was looking for a specific number.
"Gibbs? Where are we going?"
"No where now, that dark blue car behind us can you get the licence plate without making it obvious?"
Ziva resisted the impulse to turn round and fiddled with the side mirror control stick until she could see the car and its licence plate clearly.
"Got it"
"Send it to McGee"
"Done. Now what?"
"We take our tail for a little drive"
For the next hour Gibbs drove aimlessly, giving McGee enough time to run the plates and come back to them with the results. As soon as the results were in Gibbs headed back home.
The killer watched them go back inside the house, then went back to the streets that Gibbs have driven slowly down. He couldn't figure out why these streets had interested him.
He felt like he was on the back foot and that wasn't the way this was supposed to work. He was supposed to be calling the shots.
He drove quickly back to his own house, deciding to make things a move a little faster.