The officers moved her to the side of a building.
Kane pulled out his radio. “We need units at—”
“Don’t,” the girl interrupted.
He paused. “Why not?”
“She’ll vanish again if she feels pressure,” she said.
Ruiz stared. “So what do we do? Wait?”
The girl shook her head.
“No. You follow the pattern.”
Kane frowned. “What pattern?”
“She never leaves without testing the streets first.”
Ruiz looked at Kane. “This is insane.”
But Kane didn’t dismiss it.
He studied her.
“You’re sure?”
The girl nodded. “She’s nearby already.”
A long silence.
Then Kane lowered the radio.
“Okay,” he said. “Where would she go next?”
The girl pointed.
“Same block. Different disguise.”
And then she added quietly:
“She always comes back when she thinks no one believes me.”