“Don’t acknowledge. He’ll leave.”
Reed spoke behind me: “Sedan’s pulling out. He’s gone.”
“We'll move you tonight,” Eamon said. “Cambridge. You’ll move to the Brattle House. Six p.m. Three vehicles taking three different routes. I’ll be there at five-thirty.”
“Cabot and Dane?”
“Collins will take them straight to Cambridge from Woods Hole.”
I went up to tell Wiley. He was in the office. He’d already closed both laptops.
“Black sedan at the gate. Plate matches an Onyx Bay shell. Eamon’s moving us to Cambridge tonight. Six p.m.”
He set the pen down without looking at it. “Samuel?”
“He's coming with us. Same vehicle.”
“Köhler?”
“He’ll be in our vehicle too.”
He exhaled once, slowly. “Okay.”
“Pack a bag. Eat at noon. The plant comes if Samuel can carry it. The rest stays here.”
“He’ll bring the plant.”
I smiled. “Yes, he will.”
Samuel was in the kitchen with Köhler when I went back down. He had a pan on the burner and was turning something onto a plate. He’d been listening at the head of the back stairs.
“How long do we have?” he asked.
“Eight hours. We need you ready to go with your bag and the plant.”
Köhler looked up from the table. “I have nothing to pack.”
“You have the sweater you came in,” Samuel said. “Reed will get you another. We’ll find you a coat that fits.”
Wiley set the plate in front of Köhler. “Eat this. You’re not allowed to lose weight on my watch.”
Samuel turned toward me. “Wiley?”
“He’s upstairs packing.”
“He won’t be packing. He’ll be sorting.”
At eleven, I checked the comm.
“Dane.”
“Salad course. She poured the wine herself. She’s been out of the room twice. Three minutes the first time. Two and a half the second. Both within parameters.”
“Eamon’s moving us tonight. Cambridge. Six p.m. Collins takes you and Cabot in from Woods Hole,” I said.
“He’s moving all three of them?”
“All three in the same vehicle.”