They tracked him, as they tracked bin Laden, but never put the two together.
It tracks him as he says his goodbyes and takes care of some unfinished business.
The story tracks him as he embarks on a national farewell tour during which he reunites with old girlfriends, hoping to make amends for past bad behavior.
When Gabriel finds that his sheep have rushed uphill, to a cliff top, we track him as he hares after them, desperation driving his great limbs.
The protagonist, Frank, who looks like a washed-up Malibu surfer, is the last man on earth, and Ms. Shutz tracks him as if he were an ethological specimen.
This novel of F. Scott Fitzgerald's last years tracks him as he hacks away at Hollywood screenplays, perpetually menaced by poor health, poor finances, and a sense of his rusting legacy.
He made no public comments afterward, but news cameras tracked him as he rode in a car to the airport, got in a private jet, and then taxied down the runway, silent, holding secrets that even the President wanted to know.
His son Shawn Sheridan spent 20 years tracking him and got as far as a death certificate showing no place of burial.
What's clearer, and fascinating even at this distance, is the FBI hunt that tracks him down as soon as a snarling Hoover is ordered to find the killer of the freedom fighter he so manifestly despises.
This time around, we revisit some of the same chronological territory as before, witnessing moments from Yunior's early years as well as tracking him further into a decidedly troubled (Yunior would use a more emphatic phrase) adulthood.
