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Henry’s place.”
    “I said no.” He emptied the beer, rocked forward on the chair and set the bottle on the coffee table, using a piece of junk mail as a coaster. “Maybe it’s time for me to quit.”
    I didn’t know what to say as Rob walked past me and up the stairs. He wasn’t given to periods of dejection. Adversity made him crack jokes, not drain beers.  
    The chime of his game system starting up told me he was going to take his frustration out on some enemy snipers. He could have played downstairs, with me, but apparently he wanted to be alone.
    It was official. I had worn out my welcome.
    Above me, Rob’s footsteps came down the hallway, and he thumped down the stairs. He stopped halfway and leaned forward so he could see me. “You’re going to go, aren’t you?”  
    “Go?” I asked around the lump in my throat. It would take me at least a few days to find a new apartment—
    “To Henry’s. You would go without me tonight.”
    I expelled a sigh of relief. “I…” I actually hadn’t gotten around to thinking about it. Though, yeah, that would have been next on my list of problems to worry about. And unlike fixing things at work for Rob, I could do something about moving ahead the date to break into Henry’s place.
    “Fine. I’m in. I want to nail that bastard’s hide to the wall.”
    I jumped to my feet, my mind instantly going into preparation mode. “Put on dark clothes. I’ll load all the stuff we need into a bag.”
    I gathered up everything I could think of, including tape, putty, spare batteries, and all my gadgets. Twenty minutes later, we were both ready. Rob delved into his pocket. “Haven’t tried these out,” he said, handing me a wadded plastic bag with something heavy at the center.
    I shook the bag open and stared inside at two black plastic ovals, the size and shape of bullets. “What are they?”
    “Cameras,” he said. “Two of them. They each hold a week of data. Figured we could plant them somewhere at Henry’s, then go back for them.”
    I grinned in surprise. “Maybe we are related after all.”
    He smiled. “They’re actually yours. I bought them for you for Christmas a few years ago, then I opened them. This girl I was dating was curious, but we never even used them.”
    “TMI.” I stared down at them. They were so compact. “That was the year you gave me tube socks, wasn’t it?”
    A furrow appeared between his eyebrows. “I couldn’t find the packaging. The girl wouldn’t return my texts—”
    “Huge surprise,” I said.
    “And when she did, she told me she’d thrown away some trash that day,” he continued, ignoring my interjection. “By then everything else was closed, and I didn’t want to give them to you like this. I was going to buy a jewelry box, but they got buried in the back of my closet and I forgot. Plus you seemed so happy with the socks.” He snickered.
    “I knew you were broke. I was trying to be nice.” I hugged the bag close to me. “Exactly what I wanted! Best Christmas present ever, even if it’s three years late.”
    Rob broke into a huge grin.  
    I had never been to Henry’s place, but Rob knew the way. “It’s only a few minutes from your diner,” Rob said.  
    I knew. Rob had told me when I first got the job. Hearing it again still made me shudder. “If I could have gotten a job anywhere else, I would have. Maybe I should have expanded my search radius to the next town over.” I fell silent, remembering the night I’d almost hit the road for good.
    Henry lived in a manicured suburban development about a half hour from the condo. It was the kind of area where I couldn’t park on the street without attracting notice.  
    I looped around, took another pass. The back of Henry’s house overlooked a wooded area. “What’s back there?”
    “A creek. Good for privacy once we’re back there, but we have to come at the house from the front.”  
    The management, or someone, had razed any trees near the