That was troubling. "No, you're right. You don't know for certain that he'll go back there at all." If the Sheriff was playing this carefully – and it seemed likely, after that last humiliating episode, that he was – he would be fully supplied in his prison-house, no need for any extraneous trips. Just occasional supply runs, and the hunt.
"In fact," Athena mused, "the only thing we know about his movements at this stage is that he is following yours. Unfortunate as it is, your best chance currently of picking up his trail may be to latch onto him when he comes for one of you." She stirred the olive around inside her glass, toying with that thought in different permutations. It would be higher risk than a simple ambush. Not only would they have to lure him in, they would need to sell it. If he suspected for a moment that he was being set up, he might ditch his car, change course, alter his plans entirely... It was messy, in short, and Athena wasn't keen on messy. "I'll see what I can dig out of the security cameras, at any rate. Even a licence plate number would be something to work with."