17: The Trail Heats Up

“I’m glad we finally got everyone settled,” Betty said, stretching out across the bed. “But I’m happier we have this hotel room to ourselves for the rest of the night. How about you get in bed and we can enjoy some time alone for a change?”

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Al said, pulling off his shirt. “I’m also glad Eli generated those fake IDs for us, otherwise we’d be camping now.” Tossing his garment aside, he kicked off his shoes, advancing on her. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. As wonderful as our first time was, frankly, it was like pulling teeth. I’m eager to experience you as an enthusiastic participant, rather than as a reluctant partner.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, just kiss me.”

They met mid-way, taking their time to kiss and appreciate each other ... until interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” Betty insisted.

“I would, but given our recent history, it’s probably important.”

“It’s more likely someone out to attack you, or the CIA.”

“If it was the CIA, they wouldn’t bother knocking.” He rolled over, sitting up. “Yeah?”

“It’s Ivan and Kaci,” they said, their voices muffled by the door.

Betty groaned as her brother stood. “This had better be important.”

“We’re sure you’ll agree it is,” Ivan assured him.

Al let them in. Kaci noted their semi-dressed state, but Ivan wasn’t as easily distracted. Once Al closed the door, Kaci explained why they were there. “Like other mechanical and electrical tools, we’re always poking around cars, looking for ways to improve them. We tweaked your car to get better mileage, but also discovered these.” He held up two tiny metal devices. “They’re magnetic GPS tracers. We found some on each of your cars. Your locations are being tracked.”