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thermal-scanning gear. We’re sure someone is inside, but whoever it is hasn’t stepped through the front door yet.”
    Quinn thought for a moment, then said, “How positive are you that you’ll need me?”
    Donovan paused, then said, “Let’s you and I take a walk.”
        They headed up Main Street, then south along Elm. As soon as it was apparent no one was interested in them, Donovan removed an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Quinn. A file listed Kenneth Moody’s name, his address, and the letter T.
    Terminate.
    “So what does the rest of your team think?” Quinn asked.
    “Per instructions, they know the mission, but not the target’s ID.”
    Quinn nodded. Wills had given him the same instructions. But Quinn had long ago decided that whatever he knew about a job, Nate and Orlando would know also.
    “Any chance this guy realizes what’s coming?” Quinn asked.
    “From what I understand, he’s paranoid, so he probably always thinks something’s coming.”
    “And you’re positive he’s there alone?”
    “My man’s been doing hourly thermal scans since yesterday. So far he’s only logged one person.”
    “What about a basement? I assume this house has one. Your equipment can’t see down.”
    Donovan smiled. “Wills got some satellite time last night. Took ten overhead thermal images at just after two-thirty a.m. local. It confirmed our findings. Only one person.”
    “What if it’s not him?”
    “Then we don’t term.”
    They walked silently for a moment. “So what’s the plan?” Quinn asked.
    “The property is surrounded by a thick layer of trees and enough distance between houses that we shouldn’t run into any problems with neighbors. We’ve ID’d weak points and will be inside the house less than two minutes from mission start.”
    “Tonight?”
    Donovan nodded. “In position at nine p.m., then get things going at ten. Your designation will be team four. When we get back, make sure you get comm gear for you and your assistant.”
    “Will do,” Quinn said.
    “When we’re ready for you, you’ll get a ‘Team four go.’ But if I say ‘Abort,’ get the hell out of there.”
    “Vehicle?” Quinn asked. His rental car was not body-removal-friendly.
    “Parked two blocks away. A black Lincoln MKZ.” He gave Quinn the plate number.
    “Gear?” Quinn asked.
    “Everything on the list we got is in the trunk, less what was waiting for you at the motel.”
    “Okay,” Quinn said. “Then we’re set on my end.”
    It was a straightforward op, the kind that should go off flawlessly. Only the job in L.A. was supposed to have been the same kind of thing.
    Quinn couldn’t help wondering how this one was going to get screwed up, too.

“IF WE’RE TOO LATE …” PETRA LET THE SENTENCE hang, not wanting to give voice to her biggest fear.
    So much time wasted.
    Bangkok. Hong Kong. New Jersey. And yesterday Los Angeles.
    All a waste of time.
    In each case they’d been too late. The only positive Petra could take from any of it was that they seemed to be getting closer. While McKitrick, Chang, and Thomas had been dead or missing before she had arrived, Winters had at least still been alive. For a while, anyway.
    That left Moody. If they didn’t find him, then the promise she and the others had made to those who had died would go unfulfilled, the justice they sought rendered permanently unfinished.
    But Moody had proved frustrating in his own way. Mikhail’s search for him had led from Philadelphia to Manhattan to Boston.
    Only Boston wasn’t the end, either. It was just another stop on Moody’s trail. He had been there, but had again moved. It took until early evening before Mikhail was able to pinpoint Portland, Maine, as Moody’s next destination.
    It was a 112-mile drive north to Portland, but traffic made it seem twice as far. They were already past the two-hour mark, but only halfway there. If it was possible, the traffic here was even worse than it had been in Los