Jack didn’t even let the phone finish ringing before answering. “How did it go?”
“Margot officially needs to update her prop cars,” Ren replied. “Our girl is good. I didn’t even get her to slow down before she sicced actual cops on me.”
“How?” Jack asked, doubling his pace toward the apartments. He had to get there before Claire did. What he would do when he got there was still up in the air.
“She spotted that the car was outdated and called 9-1-1 to verify the car was retired.”
What? Part of Jack applauded her. “She’s good.”
“No joke there,” Ren said. “It’s on you now, man. May the force be with you.”
“Copy that,” Jack said, then hung up.
Evidence of the night’s business activities had to be somewhere on Claire’s person. Jack just had to get close enough to find out what and where. But how in the world was he supposed to do that?