The Silent Corner (Jane Hawk, #1)

by Dean Koontz

it’s dealing with the aftermath, not with the causes. I’m in the mood to deal with a cause.” 13 UPON LEARNING FROM Maurice Moomaw that Overton’s stolen phone was on the grounds of a motel in Napa, Silverman had called to hire a private jet from a charter company operating out of Van Nuys Airport, which he’d used in another matter a year earlier. He might face questions about the expenditure, especially because there would be a surcharge for the last-minute booking, but if he nailed a rogue agent, cost would cease to be an issue. Using a window-hook suction-cup beacon on the unmarked sedan and sounding the siren all but continuously, John Harrow had driven Silverman and Ramos from Beverly Hills to Van Nuys, via Santa Monica Boulevard and the Hollywood Freeway, approximately twenty-four miles through gruesome Sunday afternoon traffic, in thirty-one minutes, in spite of encountering a backup related to a three-vehicle accident. The Citation Excel, a midsize eight-seat jet, was readied just as the three arrived, but though the co-pilot was aboard, they had to wait fourteen minutes for an on-call pilot to get there. They were in the air just under an hour after receiving word from the NSA regarding the location of Overton’s phone. Already, four agents out of the FBI’s Sacramento field office would be closing in on the motel to put it under surveillance. Silverman’s job involved more management meetings and boring bureaucratic politics than street time. He was usually energized ...