Page 198 of Hidden Tide

“He abandoned it,” Marquez says.

The camera pans across the area.

Pedestrians move along the sidewalk. Drivers slow to look at the fallen motorcycle.

Simon has vanished again.

I expect Ben to become angry.

Instead, he looks at Piers.

“Did you get the route?”

“All of it.”

“Good.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

Ben looks toward me through the monitor.

“Simon didn’t choose that escape route because it was the fastest. He chose it because it kept him within reach of the waterfront.”

“He could have gone anywhere.”

“No. His disguises, vehicles, and decoy riders had to be staged in advance. That requires storage, communication,

and people he trusts.”

Marquez understands first.

“You aren’t tracking Simon.”

“We’re mapping his support network.”

Every location appears on the city map.

Hazel’s apartment.

The tunnel.

The cannery.

The abandoned motorcycle.

Blue Lantern.

The ferry warehouse.

Lines connect them.

All roads lead back toward the same section of waterfront.

An area filled with private docks, closed warehouses and marine repair buildings.

Simon escaped.

But he revealed the territory he uses to do it.