Boston, Massachusetts, Friday…

"Maybe that's what they want us to think," said Denise.

"Excuse me?"

"Just stay there. I'll send forensics over. Have them do a full workup and especially check to see if the blood is Tanner's. I'm also sending some backup, just in case anyone comes back looking for him."

At that moment Chris Tanner was crossing over the Tappan See Bridge from New York into New Jersey. He had been very glad to see the old bridge come into view around the bend of 287. Unfortunately he had to switch on the autopilot, as it was required going across the bridge. The system was used here more to keep cars in the same lane going over the bridge. The car communicated with small transmit/receive modules buried into the bridge's surface. It was a little like threading a needle at high speed as the car sped over the bridge at 100 kilometers per hour. Thus the autopilot was only on for a very short period of time. He hoped the NSA wouldn't pick him up that quickly.

For the second time that month he had a tourniquet around his leg. He loosened and tightened it periodically as he drove. He knew he was in danger of losing the leg if he didn't get some medical attention soon.

Normally it was a three hour drive from Boston to upstate New Jersey but he didn't know what else to do. After the attack, he had fled Boston. He was sure that his attackers were somehow associated with the Sweeney look-alike case, yet maybe he was just paranoid. Like a lot of cops, he had many enemies. Right now he felt he needed help from a person that had been very understanding so far.