“Is that it?” I ask, pointing at the small derelict wooden structure in the near distance, at ground level. The property has clearly seen better days, and it’s obviously uninhabitable. Half the roof is missing, and the back part of the structure has been torn down. The front door is missing, and all the windows are boarded up. It’s surrounded by thick trees on all sides, and the only access point is the dirt track leading from the front section of the woods.
“Yep. I did a little digging, and it’s an old cabin that’s been in Diego’s family for generations. Very few people know about it.”
“We should set up,” Theo says, opening the trunk. “We need to be in position before they arrive.”
“I spotted that little hilly section there when I was staking out the place a couple days ago.” Bry points at a raised section at the front of the mountain. “It’s deep enough to conceal us, but we’ll still have a good vantage point.”
“It’s perfect,” Saint agrees.
We won’t be seen up here, but we are close enough that we should be able to make out the identity of the mole with the use of the binoculars Theo procured for us.
Galen and I sit on top of the hilly ledge with Bry while the others unload two boxes.
“Has Darrow said anything to you?” I ask, purely to make conversation because the tension in the air is brutal.
“Nothing. He’s keeping me at arm’s length. We barely even talk these days,” Bry admits.
“That’s odd,” Galen says. “Do you think he suspects you?”
Bry shrugs. “I honestly don’t know.” He leans forward on his elbows. “But I’ve been thinking about what went down last night, and it’s time I made my move. Sinner must know my position is compromised if The Arrows warehouse is taken out, so there isn’t anything more I can do. That will neuter the bastards, and while they’ll retaliate, it won’t be immediate because they won’t have enough firepower to come back at you.”
“He’s expecting you to hand him the rat. What do you plan to do there?” I inquire, remembering Bry’s initiation tasks.
He shrugs. “I guess it depends on who he is and how forthcoming he is with us.”
“We offer him up to Sinner on a platter if he refuses to play with us, and if he does, we’ll need to find a scapegoat to offer in his place,” I suggest.
“You’re all in now?” Saint asks, dropping one of the boxes on the ground.
“I am.”
“That’s good,” I say, when no one else speaks. We have to give Bry the benefit of the doubt at this stage.
“I expect the bullshit to end.” Bry drills Saint with a loaded look. “I’m one of you. Period.”
“You need to switch schools,” Caz says, dumping the second box.
“I know,” Bry agrees. “My parents won’t approve, but I’ll smooth things over.”
We help Theo unpack the boxes, and then we get in position. Theo adjusts the coordinates of the infrared surveillance software so it’s fixed on the meeting point down below, testing that the recording mechanism works. Satisfied, he hands us a set of binoculars each before Caz helps him to prop up a large stabilized binocular on a stand.
I set my AR-15 on its stand and set it off to the side. No one expects I’ll need it, but we felt it was best to come prepared, in case this is an ambush and we come under fire.
I switch on my burner cell, to check for updates from Diesel, and my heart rate kicks off when I see the urgent text, asking me to call him ASAP. Something must be wrong, and fear creeps into my veins at the thought something has happened to Mom. My finger is hovering over the call button when Theo speaks up. “We have movement. I see vehicles approaching. Be on guard.”
I could step away to call Diesel, but if Diego or the mole are using any tracking software they might pick up on the signal. Theo has gone to huge lengths to mask the software he’s using so there’s no trace if they are smart enough to run any checks, and I can’t blow this operation, because it’s too important. It’s too risky to return Diesel’s call right now, so I power off the phone and repocket it.
“Will we be able to hear them from up here?” I whisper as we watch a car and a truck pull up in front of the dilapidated old cabin.
“No. I didn’t want to risk using a drone in case they spotted it, and the only other way it could’ve worked was if I planted a recording device somewhere in the vicinity of the meeting place. While it’s unlikely they have any cameras on the place, I didn’t think it was a risk we should take.”
“We don’t need to hear them anyway,” Saint says. “We only need to confirm the identity of the rat. Then we’ll follow him, take him when he’s not watching, and interrogate him.”
I nod, because it’s a solid plan.
We’re deathly quiet as we watch two figures climb out of the vehicles. I squint through the binoculars, but it’s so dark down there I can’t distinguish the features of the people meeting.
“I can’t see shit,” Caz says, adjusting the lens on his binoculars.
