Eliot gives in and rolls his eyes again at that. "Sure you would, 'cause the roads aren't just chock full of cars going every which way. You'd totally notice a skilled tail. And you turned off the GPS you know about."

He raises both eyebrows in disbelief. "You really wanna bet your reputation, an' maybe your life, on that?" he asks. "Really?" He shakes his head and lets out an exasperated breath. "For starters, have someone not you do the picking up, cut down the odds of some pap following you straight to boys' town. An' make sure you end up with someone smart enough t'know better than to try and pull any shit with blackmail." And also make sure he wouldn't even have a phone on him to begin with. Or any recording devices. Or weapons.