“Got the boat,” Twitch confirmed. At Tox's surprised glance, she shrugged. “They’re easy to book. Now, convincing the captain to take the day off is your problem.”
“Not a problem.” Ren didn’t look up from the archaeological journal he had pulled up on his laptop.
“Well, whadda ya know?” Twitch typed furiously as she spoke.
“What's up, Twitch?” Tox asked.
“As I was looking at the satellite imagery for the closest marina, I noticed a Zodiac that might prove useful.”
Tox sat up. “Perfect, can you talk to the harbormaster or whoever's running the place about procurement?”
“I don’t think we’ll need to. The owner may be willing to let us borrow it, seeing as she owes Cam a favor.”
“She?”
“I already contacted the harbormaster. The Zodiac belongs to Evangeline Cole. I’ll see if I can track her down,” Twitch said.
“Hot damn,” Steady exclaimed. “Most spooks have a network of embassy informants and back alley lowlifes; Cam has a little black book. He doesn’t love ‘em and leave ‘em; he Pied Pipers that shit.”
Twitch ignored the remark. “I’m also getting you a van. And Herc? You up for a scenic bike ride?”
“Hell, yes.” Herc rubbed his palms together.
“I figured a motorcycle would give you the most flexibility if you, you know, need to climb a tree or find a perch somewhere,” Twitch added.
Tox agreed, “Good thought. So, I estimate seventy-two hours of surveillance. Let's see if we can spot our boy.”
“Or…” Twitch typed out something and finished with a flourish. “We could take advantage of Calliope's skillset.” She turned the laptop so Tox and Calliope could see the email she had just written.
Tox slapped the flat of his hand on the conference table. “Twitch, you’re a genius.” He turned to his wife. “What do you think, Cal?”
Calliope gave the group a Cheshire Cat smile.“I think I’d like to show you boys how it's done.”