Remy moved around the far side of the table and was doing the same thing I was. Her eyes flitted from building to building near the center. Studying trajectory like a sharpshooter.

“Laser pointer?” Wolf asked Malcolm, who produced one.

Wolf handed it to Remy, and she pointed the pen from the top of the miniature SunTrust Plaza.

“That works,” I said, watching as my partner aimed the red light down onto the open quad area in front of the civil rights building.

“There’s one possibility,” Remy said.

We did the same for the Westin Peachtree.

I stared at the row of structures set along Centennial Olympic Park Drive NW. “Any of these condos you could take a shot from.”

I pointed at a set of three buildings with tiny unpainted pools at the top. “The Children’s Museum of Atlanta. Also the Coca-Cola place itself. The parking garage for the aquarium.”

We moved with the laser from building to building, each time assessing where a shot could come from. When we finished, there were sixteen buildings in question. Maybe eighteen if you were a perfect marksman. And we knew Nolan Brauer could shoot.

“It’s a lot,” Remy said.

“Well, you have a bunch of officers, right?” Wolf asked. “You said there were a couple departments of Feds working.”

This was part of our spiel at the game place where we found Malcolm and Ladrell an hour ago. Then again, those agents all worked for Clearson, not us. And they’d all headed to Downey, Alabama.

“Let’s jot down these addresses, Rem,” I said. “Get out of these nice people’s home.”

Zach leaned in with a rectangular magnifying glass. He read off each address from the tiny buildings, while Remy typed them into her iPad. When she was done, I took a photo of the list with my phone, guessing we might have to split up.

We thanked Zach and Flora and pushed out into the cool night.

Outside, Malcolm moved toward his car, but Wolf hung back for a second. “You got more bodies than just you two, right?” he asked.

“You did great,” Remy said to Wolf. Knowing we had to get going.

“Yeah, I feel you on that,” Wolf said. “But answer my question. It’s more than just you two?”

“No,” I said. “But we’re gonna hustle, man. I promise you that.”

“I could keep helping,” Wolf offered.

My partner glanced at me. I knew we could use a couple extra bodies. But there was a pro on the loose. An expert marksman, hauling around a lightweight sniper rifle and protected by a bodyguard with a background in hand-to-hand combat.

“Against regulation,” I said. “And Remy and I—we’ve gone against regulation enough times to know.”

“I can call Chester,” Wolf said. “Me and him take half the buildings.”

“You’ve helped enough,” I said, and we shook hands. “We’ll stay in touch. Tell you how it goes.”

“Okay,” he said, and caught up with Malcolm.

I turned to Remy after they left, the two of us standing by my truck.