There, in front of the hotel, were two men. Tall and lean, they wore long dark coats and looked far too alert for the hour of the morning. They were waiting and watching for him said a gnawing feeling in his chest. But they were amateurs, local talent. He drove on past them, casually glancing away at just the right moment. One of them continued to watch the light truck, but the man's gaze moved on as Chase slowed and signaled to turn.