It was back to more surveillance. A couple of weeks went by as I tracked vehicles, but nothing tripped any alerts. I was beginning to feel stretched out by having to comb through so much footage, even at fast forward. Plus, life just went on. I had other cases to take in order to keep paying the bills and not go insane by focusing exclusively on Nikki’s stuff.
Finally, at about three pm on Wednesday, a semi-truck arrived. It was a completely plain truck, only marked by looking like the old-school Optimus Prime flat-faced cab. But those style of trucks weren’t popular much, anymore. It might be enough. Oh, and the truck decal number emblazoned on the cab and trailer. I sure didn’t have Department of Transportation record privileges, but I didn’t need them in order to match up the numbers.
I took screenshots and forwarded them to Nikki.
She texted me back, right away. ‘Tonight, midnight.’
‘Really? Cliché much? Some of us aren’t immortal vampires and need sleep.’
‘We dare not wait for the trail to go cold. Must move on this.’
‘Sure, but you know, maybe we could do it much earlier? How about 8? ;P’
‘I’m not sure I approve of you using emojis, Matthew. It lacks a certain sophistication, or at least an old-school charm, which you’ve come to represent.’
‘Cassie’s a bad influence. At least I’m not shortening words to a single syllable.’