“We can do a daylight pass. Two vehicles.”
“We tail if something moves?”
“From a distance only,” Eamon said. “If we confirm a vehicle and a destination, we can hand that over to federal.”
“And if nothing moves?”
“We sit on it until dark. We assume Maria is watching the clock. She’ll have thirty-eight hours at that point.”
“She’ll move today.”
“That’s my read,” Eamon said.
“We’re on it,” Dane answered for us.
“Collins is at the carriage house,” he said. “Driver for the second vehicle and will meet you at the Mt. Auburn Mobil at nine-thirty.”
Eamon placed both his hands flat on the table. “Vega will cover here. Reed is at the door, and I’ll stay.”
“Three professionals on four principals,” Dane said.
“You’ll sleep when?” I asked.
“When the magistrate signs the warrant tonight.”
Dane looked at me. “You’re driving.”
“Why?”
“Because if I drive, I’ll run the block twice before I commit. We don’t have the time.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
“I know. That’s why you’re driving.”
Dane went upstairs to change. Eamon pulled a satellite image from the portfolio and laid it next to the property record. The unit was circled in red.
“There’s a treeline on the east side. Clear sightlines to the unit’s roll-up from about a hundred feet. Brush gives you cover from the access road.”
“You drove it?”
“At five this morning. I needed to see it before I sent you in.”
“Thank you.”
Eamon stood. “Get me a vehicle and an address by four. Magistrate-signable package by ten.”
I went upstairs to change.
Dane was in the back bedroom we’d been using for our sleeping shifts, pulling a charcoal henley over his head. His sidearm was already at the small of his back. Hey had a grey field jacket lying across the foot of the bed.
I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. Dane pulled the field jacket on and shrugged the collar straight. He stepped between my knees and ran his thumb along my jaw.
I closed my eyes for the length of one breath.
“Let’s save it,” Dane said. “Let’s save it for after.”
“After what?”