Not quite

Getting out of south Dallas was easy enough. They caught the light rail, taking the train up to Plano. From there to McKinney proved more of a challenge.

"You'd think," Donna said, "that there would be bus service from Plano to McKinney."

Tanya laughed. "They're worried that if they made it too easy, colored people would go up there."

"No offense but everything isn't about race, you know."

Rick decided to put himself between the two women. It was true that everything wasn't about race. It was also true that rich suburbs often refuse to participate in regional transport networks because they all have cars and don't see the benefit of subsidizing poor people. But regardless of the merits of the arguments on both sides, a fight wasn't going to get them to McKinney and it just might get them spotted by the police.

"We don't need to take the bus," Kat said. "We're less than a mile from the gym where my car is."

Rick shook his head. Either the cops or Black Hat would be monitoring the gym, Kat's and Usha's cars, his car, and probably Jan and Eliza also.

"Greyhound," Tanya said.

Rick had forgotten about Greyhound buses but apparently they still existed. The five of them in three groups, Rick and Donna, Kat, and Usha and Tanya, with Usha disguised as an African American woman, bought tickets to McKinney, hopped on the next bus, and took the half-hour journey.

Once in McKinney, it was a major hike to the police station. A group of five walking in a rich suburb was certain to attract attention. Instead, Rick stepped into Walmart and bought a couple of pay-by-the-minute phones. A few minutes on the Internet and he had Detective O'Sullivan's address.

Hopefully she lived alone.

O'Sullivan worked long hours. Which meant the five of them had to spend the entire day hiding, with Tanya and Donna, who figured to be less recognizable than the others, going to McDonalds to get lunch and dinner for the gang.

Finnally, at eight-twenty in the evening, O'Sullivan pulled her Toyota Prius into her garage.

Rick stepped in behind her before the automatic garage door closed, and found himself facing an angry woman with a gun.

"This," he said, "has not been my day."