“We’ve got Spanek, but thanks,” Wolfe said, his nostrils flaring.

Jethro hesitated near the box.

“You too, 007,” Millie ordered.

Force nodded.

Jethro sighed and put his phone in, stepping aside so Serena could do the same.

Force slipped his phone in the box, looking inside. “Good, Millicent. Yours is here. What now?”

She closed the metal box and locked it. “I’ll get your data off for each of you; contacts, pictures, and so on. Then I’ll destroy these.” She gingerly set it inside the cardboard box and drew out a basket of black phones. “These are burners. Each is already programmed with everyone else’s numbers, and you’re listed there by the last letter of your first name, except for Dana. Since she and Pippa both end with A, Dana is Y in your phones.” She handed out the innocuous devices. “Your number is on the back in case you want to give it to family or friends, but be careful there. They can be hacked, even if you can’t.”

Dana accepted her phone. She felt like she’d dropped into a spy novel. “Is this really all necessary?”

“Yes,” Wolfe said shortly.

All righty then.

Milly dropped the now empty basket back in the box. “Also, for anybody who has navigation or a service like OnStar on your vehicle, find something new to drive in the interim.”

Brigid leaned against Raider, circles beneath her eyes. “It was easy to find Pippa through the property records of her house. Same with Malcolm and Wolfe.” She rubbed her eyes. “I created a series of dummy corporations and transactions, dating them back a while, to muddy the waters and transfer ownership. That should help, but the record will always be there, so be alert.”

Wow. Dana tilted her head. She wanted to learn how to research like that. When things calmed down, she was definitely taking Brigid to lunch.

Brigid looked at the rest of the group. “You’re all easily found via your rental agreements. The best I could do was create new renters and file those online, hoping the owners don’t take too close a look.”

“Sounds good,” Force said, patting Roscoe’s head when he lumbered in.

Brigid shook her head at Wolfe. “The fake residence you set up in the abandoned cabin an hour from your real house is too obvious. Rock will know it’s a trap, so I transferred it out of your name, to a corporation, to another corporation and then another. He’ll be able to find the place, but it’ll take some work.”

Wolfe frowned.

Nari partially turned. “Is the place wired, Wolfe?”

“No. Figured I’d stay there until Gary made a move,” Wolfe said. “But now we’re giving him a target-rich environment, so he won’t come for me first. The cabin is useless.”