Chapter 60

So starts an epic round of ‘catch me if you can.’ Two more times we drive to a location and watch through the telescope as Mailin makes a fool of himself; two more times Grant discards a burner cell phone and we drive to a new vantage point.

“Dude, are you going to wise up at some point?” Grant asks on the final try. “‘Cause I can do this all day.”

By this point I’ve started listening to Mailin’s voice over the phone. My insides roil with rage every time I hear him speak.

“Look, I could lie to you again, but you know what’s going to happen,” Mailin says. “They’re never going to let me meet you alone, no matter how much I want to.”

Grant ponders for a moment. “Alright… since the FBI doesn’t have jurisdiction in France and can’t do shit without the local authorities, you can bring one FBI guy other than yourself. Understand?”

“Understood. And thank you. Where do you want to meet?”

Twenty minutes later, Grant and I are in the Tuileries, a giant public garden near the Louvre. The gardens