Sasha waited in the driveway for another hour. Still no one on the premises. It was early in the season, so the summer crowds were not around yet. Confident that she was alone, Sasha slipped behind the car and changed into what she referred to as her “sleuthing suit.” Same as Avery’s: black, except she wore leggings. After checking to see that all her equipment was blinking green, she shut the flap of her gear bag and carefully made her way back to Corbett’s property. She could tell that the neighbor to his right was not home. Probably just a vacation home for someone in the city. The place was dead, which provided a very good opportunity for Sasha to walk much of the perimeter along the privet hedges. She pulled out her night-vision glasses and placed an earbud in one ear to pick up any frequencies that would indicate security cameras, invisible fencing, or alarm trips. She heard a slight hum, which let her know that though there was a security system in the house, it was not engaged at the moment. Sasha figured he would set the alarm when he went to bed or went out. She waited. No dogs. No other cars. Just Corbett.

Sasha moved to a position from which she could see the entire kitchen, which opened to a great room. She had a clear shot of what appeared to be the main living area. Corbett’s blazer was draped over the wing chair where the duffel bag sat. He was still wearing the same trousers and shirt. She surveyed him as he went over to the wet bar and fixed himself a cocktail. He then reached into the duffel bag and pulled out what appeared to be a large catalog. Focusing her binoculars, Sasha could read the cover: Christie’s Auction and Private Sales. Summer Offerings. She took a photo and e-mailed it directly to Avery with a note: Shopping list? Avery forwarded it to Charles, who was compiling all the intel.

Sasha watched Corbett for a few more minutes, while he sat and thumbed through the catalog, taking sips of his cocktail every few minutes. The expression on his face was ecstatic. Must be something very special. Usually, men had that look on their face only when they were about to have sex or had just had sex. Some kind of jubilation. She wondered what could turn a man on in an auction catalog. Never mind. She didn’t want to go there. She made her way around the rest of the privet, taking photos of the entrances. She knew they would be designated on the blueprints, which were waiting to be downloaded onto her computer, but an actual visual was always best.