“As do I, although I’ve never stepped foot on his property. Given my affection for Bennett, Napoleon doesn’t invite me over for tea,” Max said with a shrug. “The problem is, even though I have the address, I can’t seem to find any information on the property itself. There are no plot plans or schematics in the municipal records showing one blasted thing. So, not only don’t I know how many ways in and out of the house exist, I also don’t know if there is more than one way onto the property other than the road leading to it.”

“That’s easy,” Fallon said. “Just use Google Earth.”

“A grand idea and one I’ve already taken,” Max said with a bob of his head. “Unfortunately, someone pixelated all the images, so, again, I can’t see one bloody thing.”

Fallon stared at her coffee for a moment. “Okay. How about a drone?”

Max pursed his lips. “Are you talking about those remote-controlled planes that seem to be all the rage now?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t have one of those.”

Fallon’s face lit up, and she sat up straighter in her chair. “But I do.”

“Why in the world would you have a drone?”

“Because Dad and I think they are way cool, so Bennett got us one last Christmas,” Fallon said, putting her coffee on the table. “We started by flying it around the park, but now I use it to take videos for the school during football so they can post them on their website.”

Duly impressed, Max chortled. “Well, now, aren’t you talented.”

“It’s got a range of about three miles, so as long as the road isn’t longer than that to Napoleon’s house, I could just fly it over and—”

“Absolutely not,” Max said, his voice louder than intended. “That barbarian tried to kill all of you last night, and if you think for one minute, I’d intentionally put you in harm’s way—”

“You wouldn’t be,” Gus said. “Unless Napoleon’s a daywalker, which I’m pretty sure he ain’t, Fallon and I could dance a jig around his place between now and sunset, and he couldn’t do anything to stop us.” Gus’s smile reached his ears, and a second later, he retracted it. “Shit. I forgot about guardians. If he’s got them, then we’d be screwed.”

“He doesn’t. At least not anymore,” Max said, grimacing. “But Bennett would have my head if I allow you to do this.”