Savage Recruit (Ryan Savage Thriller Series Book 8), стр. 17

Boomer was still looking over his shoulder. “Got what?”

Granger swung his boots off the desk, placed the keyboard on it, and scooted in his chair. “Okay, here’s the deal. There’s three cell phone carriers in Greece: Cosmote, Vodafone, and Wind. I’ve been hacking into their networks and getting access to their call records and radionavigation systems.”

“Weirdo,” Teapot mumbled.

Granger shot him a look and continued. “It took me a while, but I managed to aggregate all the GPS data for all three carriers. At any given time, they all have the GPS locations for nearly all the phones on their networks. Some burner phones, the rare flip phone still in use, and any phones reworked by tech geeks won’t show their locations. Most users think that simply disabling the location services on their phones means that they can’t be tracked, but micro data still gets pinged to and from regional antenna masts. Meaning anyone can locate you if they want.”

“So you have the location of everyone with a cell phone in Athens?” Boomer asked.

“I do.”

“And how does that help us?” Teapot asked.

“After I amassed all the GPS data, I went ahead and pulled the names of every known convict in Greece as well as everyone on INTERPOL's watch list. Then I overlaid the data to see if I could get a match in the general vicinity of the market yesterday.”

I was starting to get the picture. “You aggregated the names of all known felons currently in Athens and then used the GPS info from their cell phone carriers to pinpoint their exact locations?”

“I did indeed.”

Teapot shook his head. “So you can play with a keyboard. Too bad you still can’t hit a target at three hundred yards.”

Granger gave me an exasperated look. “I missed an easy shot when we were in Iran a couple months back. It was my turn on the rifle. The rest of the troop was set to engage a high value target outside of Kashan. I sighted onto a suspicious character.” He shrugged. “I missed.”

Teapot set the barrel down and picked up a rag. “Go on. Tell him the rest of the story.”

Granger sighed. “The rogue shot alerted the guy and his buddies. They got on the mic and notified the rest of their friends. Long story short, there was a firefight, and Teapot ended up getting shot in the ass.”

“You ever go a full month not being able to take a proper dump?” Teapot said.

“All right,” Boomer interjected. “Reel it back in. Granger, you’re saying that you have a live map of every felon in the city? What did that turn up?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“No. Nothing.”

Teapot smirked and shook his head.

“But then I created a secondary pool of names,” Granger continued, “associates and known contacts of the first group. Basically friends of the criminals. And that gave me some hits.”

“No kidding.” Boomer said.

“I’ve got the last location of Kathleen’s cell phone at the market. It looks like it’s right where the two of you and Savage met up. Right near the north exit.”

“A merchant saw her get into a car at that spot with two men.” Boomer said. “Probably coerced.”

Granger motioned for me to come over. Boomer and I watched his monitor as he kept talking. “Okay, look. This dot right here, this one at the exit. See how it lines up with Kathleen’s location for about ten seconds, just before Kathleen’s stops issuing a signal?” Boomer said he did. “And then it goes back out the exit, and to the edge of the street. But then…” Granger set his hand over his mouse and clicked it twice. “Then we see it move down the street, turn onto Alexandrus Street, and then eventually move onto the highway.”

“This is who took Kathleen?” I asked.

“I’d bet you a bullet in the ass,” Granger said, grinning.

“Who is the phone number registered to?” Boomer asked.

“A guy named Adonis Galatas. He didn’t show up in the first set of names I pulled, so his record is clean. But he’s connected to two people who are not. They both have records. One of them served time for murder and is out now. Looks like the second one is his cousin. He has a battery assault charge but hasn’t served any time.”

“Where did Galatas’s phone end up at?” I asked. “After they grabbed Kathleen?”

“Let’s find out.” He clicked the mouse again, and the dot resumed its movement down the Motorway E75 heading north out of the city. It passed through the districts of Patisia, Nisidia, and Nekretafio before slowly coming to a halt.

“Am I seeing this right?” Boomer asked. “They stopped right on the highway.”

“Yeah.” Granger said, and then cursed.

“Where did the dot go?” Boomer asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Granger said. “Hold on.” His fingers worked the keyboard again.

“He ditched the phone, didn’t he?” I said.

Granger hit a few more keys and then threw his hands up. “Yep. Jerkwad got rid of the phone. It hasn’t pinged since then. He probably realized he’d made a mistake with the phone and ditched the battery or sim card or both.”

Teapot was nearly finished with the rifle’s reassembly. “What about any video footage of the vehicle?” he asked. “A camera somewhere had to have picked it up. We get the plate and we’re in the money.”

“Whoever took her knew what they were doing. They did it right where they were sure no camera would catch them. This isn’t London or LA. There aren’t cameras on every corner.

“What’s the address for Galatas’s residence?” I asked Granger.

“Let see… looks like it’s on the northwest side of the city. He’s not married, no kids, no roommates as far as I can tell.” He struck a key, and an image filled the screen. A man in his late twenties or early thirties stared back at us. He had full cheeks and slanted eyes. A thin scar tracked along his forehead.

“Let’s go pay him a visit,” Boomer said. “Suit up, gentlemen. It’s go time.” He looked at