They nodded and giggled. Was I following the wrong girls? I wished I could consult Jeremy, but he’d never come back after the argument with Halluis. I had to go with the intel I had, and that was that the girls were involved with something tonight, something more than a dance. I’d just have to trust my gut and follow through with the plan. I’d figure out what to do about the dance when the time came. For now, I needed to plant the trackers.
I pretended to lose my balance on the train when it took a curve, and I plopped the flat locator bug onto Gina’s sleeve, then pressed a listening device on Karina’s collar. They both screamed and squealed, standing up and brushing themselves off as I stumbled away. Laron made his way over to them, so I hurried into the next car.
I sat in the train car next to theirs, body hunched over, earpiece in, listening to the two girls talk about how disgusting it was to get groped by some bum and lamenting the fact that they had to ride the subway at night to the school. That would suck. Most kids would find a ride in a taxi or with someone who owned a car, especially at an expensive school like Bell. I opened the GPS function on my watch and made sure that the locator I’d put on Gina was transmitting. A purple dot flashed hot on the screen. They were mine.