“Savvy refers to him as Bob.”
“I still need to talk to her,” Stevens says.
“She hasn’t called me back yet,” I say.
Why hasn’t she called me back? I can’t help but worry about her.
Bob walks to the street as a car pulls up. He gets in, and it drives away. Stevens grabs her phone and starts typing.
“You get the plate?” Durango asks.
“I did. Checking on it now.”
The room we are in grows dark now that the sun has set. There are no lights on in the warehouse. I suspect the man has gone home for the night, but we can’t be certain.
“Got a hit. It looks like the car belongs to his mother.”
Durango sits down and leans against a wall. “Gotta be honest here. I’m not getting any vibe from this guy that he’s invested in criminal activity.”
“How do you know his mom isn’t a mob boss?” I ask.
Durango laughs. “Guess I don’t.”
Stevens stares at her phone. “Mom is clean, and she lives about five minutes from here.”
“I’ll bet five dollars she’s taking him home for dinner,” I say.
Durango’s stomach growls. “I don’t suppose anyone brought any food with them?”
“There’s a burger shop a few blocks over. Why don’t you go grab us all dinner?” Stevens says.
Durango pulls up a map on his phone and locates the place. “Sounds good. Burgers and fries good for everyone?”
“Works for me, thanks,” Stevens says.
“Me too,” I say.
Durango leaves as Stevens and I keep watch out the window.
“How long you been with the FBI?” I ask.
“A while,” she says. “How long have you been with Reed Hawthorne Security?”
I grin. “A while.”
We wait in silence until Durango returns. After a few hours, Stevens keeps yawning.
“We should probably take shifts so we aren’t all exhausted,” I suggest.
She nods. “That’s a good idea.”
The moon has moved just enough that it barely lightsup the space. All there is for sleep is the bare floor, but it will have to do.
“I’ll take the first shift of watch,” I say.
Stevens and Durango each lie down, and it doesn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep. Few cars go by on the road. I try to distract myself by searching for stars, but they are too hard to see with all the light pollution.
A person walks by on the sidewalk. Based on the walk, it’s a woman. She’s wearing a coat with a hood, but I can’t see her face. It’s dark, so I can’t make much out, but she seems out of place here. But the way she walks is familiar. I watch her as long as I can, and at the end of the block, she turns right.
