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as well. He’s on top of things. Had he not had his equipment in place, and we went out there tomorrow, we’d be up the old proverbial creek without the proverbial paddle. Tell me you understand what I just said, Dennis.”
Dennis yanked at his blue-and-white-striped tie. “I’m not stupid; I understand. I just said I didn’t like it. Improvising at the eleventh hour is never good. Don’t forget to factor in that wacky weatherman’s prediction for snow later today. We have miles to drive, and after the snatches, we still have to head out to Pinewood. That’s another long haul.”
“Thank God the van has good new snow tires,” Maggie said as she stared at her reflection in the glass of the wall oven. “I hope you aren’t wimping out, Dennis, and expecting us to cancel. We adapt. That’s spelled a-d-a-p-t. I hate wimps.”
Dennis flushed a rosy pink, but he didn’t say another word.
Jack eyed Maggie and Dennis and was satisfied with what he was seeing. He stood still and suffered through Espinosa’s filling in his cheeks, adding latex to his chin to make it longer, and narrowing his nose with the same latex. While his hair wasn’t high and tight, it was a good crew cut and didn’t need anything done to it.
“You guys got all the electronic stuff secure,” Ted said. “Remember now, you can mumble or talk as the case may be, either into your lapels or the cuffs of your sleeves. The sound is muffled but still good. You should probably leave now because under normal conditions it’s a forty-five-minute drive to Andover, but with the weather and the roads, I’m thinking more like an hour and fifteen minutes, maybe more,” Ted said. “I’m sorry that you’re going to be hitting Andover earlier than we intended, but that’s unavoidable with Otto’s change in plans. And with the snatches today and not tomorrow, there’s less time for something to go wrong based as a result of the Andover raid.”
“It’s going to take us that long to get back here, too, so you guys be ready to roll the minute we get back. Watch Cyrus for me,” Jack said.
Maggie looked around, winked at Ted, then focused on Jack. “Let’s do it!”
Chapter 9
The moment the heavy security door slammed shut behind him, Jack knew it was literally showtime. They’d talked it all up one side and down the other until they were breathless to get moving and make it all a reality. He sucked in a breath of the frigid air, then coughed. He felt naked without Cyrus at his side, and he said so aloud.
“What are we, chopped liver?” Maggie squawked as she looped a cherry red scarf around her neck.
“You know what I mean, Maggie. I’m just used to having Cyrus next to me. Maybe we could have brought him and given him a badge, like the cops do with the K-nines. Where’s the van?” Jack asked, looking around.
“We’re taking my Humvee instead. Ted moved the van out front. The Humvee heats up in a matter of seconds. Best vehicle on the road for this kind of weather,” Dennis said.
Jack looked up at the scudding gray clouds racing across the sky. An hour ago, there had been a little bit of blue sky and a thin, watery sun. But now the sky was totally gray and dismal. Off in the distance, he could hear a dog barking, then the alley went silent as Dennis unlocked the door of the Humvee and climbed in. As Jack and Maggie entered the vehicle, the snow equipment at the other end of the back alley kicked in with a roar that was deafening until they closed the doors.
Dennis pressed the starter in his keyless Humvee and the engine growled to life. “I have a great GPS, so key in the address, Jack. We all good to go here?”
“We are good,” Maggie said as she loosened the scarf she had just tied around her neck. Then she looked at her watch and mentally calculated the coming activities and how long before she’d be home safe and warm in her own bed. Like she would really be able to sleep anytime soon with the way her adrenaline was
Dennis yanked at his blue-and-white-striped tie. “I’m not stupid; I understand. I just said I didn’t like it. Improvising at the eleventh hour is never good. Don’t forget to factor in that wacky weatherman’s prediction for snow later today. We have miles to drive, and after the snatches, we still have to head out to Pinewood. That’s another long haul.”
“Thank God the van has good new snow tires,” Maggie said as she stared at her reflection in the glass of the wall oven. “I hope you aren’t wimping out, Dennis, and expecting us to cancel. We adapt. That’s spelled a-d-a-p-t. I hate wimps.”
Dennis flushed a rosy pink, but he didn’t say another word.
Jack eyed Maggie and Dennis and was satisfied with what he was seeing. He stood still and suffered through Espinosa’s filling in his cheeks, adding latex to his chin to make it longer, and narrowing his nose with the same latex. While his hair wasn’t high and tight, it was a good crew cut and didn’t need anything done to it.
“You guys got all the electronic stuff secure,” Ted said. “Remember now, you can mumble or talk as the case may be, either into your lapels or the cuffs of your sleeves. The sound is muffled but still good. You should probably leave now because under normal conditions it’s a forty-five-minute drive to Andover, but with the weather and the roads, I’m thinking more like an hour and fifteen minutes, maybe more,” Ted said. “I’m sorry that you’re going to be hitting Andover earlier than we intended, but that’s unavoidable with Otto’s change in plans. And with the snatches today and not tomorrow, there’s less time for something to go wrong based as a result of the Andover raid.”
“It’s going to take us that long to get back here, too, so you guys be ready to roll the minute we get back. Watch Cyrus for me,” Jack said.
Maggie looked around, winked at Ted, then focused on Jack. “Let’s do it!”
Chapter 9
The moment the heavy security door slammed shut behind him, Jack knew it was literally showtime. They’d talked it all up one side and down the other until they were breathless to get moving and make it all a reality. He sucked in a breath of the frigid air, then coughed. He felt naked without Cyrus at his side, and he said so aloud.
“What are we, chopped liver?” Maggie squawked as she looped a cherry red scarf around her neck.
“You know what I mean, Maggie. I’m just used to having Cyrus next to me. Maybe we could have brought him and given him a badge, like the cops do with the K-nines. Where’s the van?” Jack asked, looking around.
“We’re taking my Humvee instead. Ted moved the van out front. The Humvee heats up in a matter of seconds. Best vehicle on the road for this kind of weather,” Dennis said.
Jack looked up at the scudding gray clouds racing across the sky. An hour ago, there had been a little bit of blue sky and a thin, watery sun. But now the sky was totally gray and dismal. Off in the distance, he could hear a dog barking, then the alley went silent as Dennis unlocked the door of the Humvee and climbed in. As Jack and Maggie entered the vehicle, the snow equipment at the other end of the back alley kicked in with a roar that was deafening until they closed the doors.
Dennis pressed the starter in his keyless Humvee and the engine growled to life. “I have a great GPS, so key in the address, Jack. We all good to go here?”
“We are good,” Maggie said as she loosened the scarf she had just tied around her neck. Then she looked at her watch and mentally calculated the coming activities and how long before she’d be home safe and warm in her own bed. Like she would really be able to sleep anytime soon with the way her adrenaline was
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