Harry was out of the vehicle and walking around the front of the Rover before Jack could get his wits about him. The guard opened the door, and Harry motioned him back inside.

Harry turned on his charm, or what he hoped passed for charm. “Sir, how many people have come through here in the past two hours? I don’t want you to lie to me, because if you do, I’ll have to kill you. Do you understand what I just said?”

“Yes. Who are you looking for?”

“Never mind. I ask the questions. Articulate, sir.”

“Mr. Donaldson came through about an hour ago. It’s all on the sheet. Just look at it. Are you going to hurt me? Are you going to rob someone?”

Harry scanned the log-in sheet. “No, I’m not going to hurt you, and no, I am not going to rob anyone. I’m looking for some people I lost track of during the storm. This is a nice, cozy little place you have here. You appear to be comfortable. Can you lock this door?”

The guard’s head bobbed up and down.

“What time do you go off duty?”

“Eleven. But if my replacement can’t get here, I might have to put in a double shift. I have food, and there’s a bathroom. Why?”

Harry ignored the guard as he looked at a huge map hanging on the wall. Each little square had a name on it. His finger raced over the map until he found the square that said Newsom. Mentally he calculated where the house was in relation to where he was currently standing. When he was certain he could find the house, he told the guard to sit down. He asked for his beeper, his cell phone, and his keys; then he cut the landline. “Can I trust you not to remember I was here?”

“My lips are sealed, sir.”

A moment later the man was sound asleep in his chair. Harry turned out the light, checked the lock on the door to make sure it would lock when he closed it. Outside, he checked the knob and found that it didn’t budge, then wiped it off.

He barreled around the back of the Rover and got inside. “Go down this road, make a right, then another right, then a left. The third house on the left belongs to Newsom. No one suspicious has come through, according to the log sheet.”

“You’re the man, Harry,” Jack said happily.

“For a high-end bedroom community, you’d think these roads would be taken care of. We’re all over the road,” Espinosa grumbled.

“Pretty, though,” Ted said, leaning out the car window to take pictures of the winter wonderland. “I’m surprised the snow is sticking, since we’re so close to the water.”

Espinosa let the Rover slide to the side of the road. He parked and looked around. “Now what?”