Maybe we can use the same method,Craig answered.
I hate doing that to a grieving mother.
I don’t love it either, but if it saves our lives, I’m willing to try it.
She winced.
They went back to their cottage, where they used the computer to look up Darla Dubour in Houma, Louisiana, and found that she lived in a small community outside of town.
“Should we call her?” Stephanie asked.
“I think it’s better if we just go over unannounced.”
They were in the car and on their way a few minutes after they’d looked up the location.
Stephanie felt a chill go through her.
Craig reached to cover her hand with his. “You’re thinking we’re going to find out something bad about ourselves when we talk to that woman.”
“Yes,” she admitted.
Wayne Channing, and his partner, Buck Arnot, Harold Goddard’s men, had arrived in Houma the evening before.
Because they’d been ordered to stake out the location where the Solomon Clinic had been located, they had spent an uncomfortable night in their car in a grocery store parking lot where they could see the target location.
“Got to pee,” Wayne said as he moved restlessly in his seat.
“There’s a gas station a couple blocks down.”
“But we’re supposed to keep the building in sight.”
Channing sighed. “This is a real long shot.”
“But we got our orders.”
“Okay, I’ll drive down to the gas station and do my thing. You stay here and watch the building.”
“And get arrested for loitering.”
“Walk up the sidewalk and back again, like you’re out for your morning constitutional.”
“Yeah, right. Come back with coffee and doughnuts.”
“What flavor?”
“Surprise me.” Buck climbed out and watched his partner drive off. When he was out of sight, he ducked around by the dumpsters. He didn’t need a smelly gas station to relieve himself. Then he started down the block, looking in shop windows.
When he got to the cross street, he turned and walked back, then did it again.
He was going to call Wayne on his cell and ask if he’d fallen into the gas station toilet when he saw something interesting.
A car turned in at the grocery store parking lot where he and his partner had spent the night. As he watched, two tough-looking men got out and stretched, like they’d just finished a long drive.
Their gazes were fixed on the building that he and Wayne had been watching.
When he saw his partner coming back, he flagged him down and climbed back into the car.
“I can go into that parking lot, and we can switch. You can drive to the gas station, and I’ll wait here.”
