Chapter 15

"Now that you're officially back on duty, I'll update you on the search for Martin Drakon," Casey told Michaela the morning of her third day out of the hospital. "His trail's gone cold. I can't locate him," a look of frustration settled on Casey's exquisite features.

"Where did you focus your facial recognition search?" Michaela inquired, a look of angry determination on her face.

"Every major airport worldwide."

"Run your search again. This time, focus on every camera in the U.S. only. If he didn't use a major airline, chances are good that he's still in the States." Sticking a last bite of toast in her mouth, Michaela rose from the remains of her breakfast. "I'm going to go talk to Tilly. She may know something that might help us."

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Jason had insisted that Tilly stay at the F.L.A.G. mansion until Drakon could be located and apprehended.

Fearing for her life, Tilly had agreed.

At the moment, she was curled up in an armchair in the mansion's well stocked library, a book open on her lap.

"Good book?" Michaela asked, settling herself in an identical armchair across from Tilly's. She pulled her feet up under her as Tilly marked her place and closed the book.

"Very! Somehow, I don't think you're here to talk about books." Setting the book down on the side table, Tilly leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You've lost him, haven't you?"

"We've had constant surveillance on the mansion and his offices, but it's obvious that he's fled. I think you may be able to put us back on his trail."

"I doubt I know anything useful, but I'll try," Tilly replied gamely.

"There's been no activity on any of his bank accounts. Did he keep a large sum of cash on hand, or could there be other accounts we don't know about?"

Tilly though for a moment. "He always told me he had an untraceable offshore account. He said he could use it to put a contract out on me, and the police would never suspect him. I always thought he was lying," Tilly took a shaky breath, "I always figured he'd kill me himself."

"Great! K.A.I.S.Y. may be able to track that down." Michaela thought for a moment, then said, "We think he may still be in the States. Do you know of anywhere he might go to lay low?"

Tilly sat back and traced a pattern thoughtfully on the leather arm of her chair. "He liked to go hunting, up in the Sierra's. He went once or twice a month and usually took one or two of his security men. I think I heard him mention a cabin once."

"Okay! That might be a little easier to track down. Is there anything else you can think of?"

Tilly shook her head in frustration. "No."