“Nothing too fancy,” said Graves. “Just a fishing boat.”

“Does it have a flying bridge?” asked Rich.

“It might.”

“Sounds kind of fancy,” said Rich. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you back to your yacht in one piece.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” said Graves. “And take you fishing if you make good on it.”

“Deal,” said Rich, shaking his hand. “Keep your friend out of trouble. He hasn’t matured since you left.”

“I heard that,” said Gupta.

“Be good, guys,” said Rich before crossing the street and getting into the passenger seat of a black SUV that hadn’t drawn Graves’s attention until now.

In the fading light of the evening, he recognized Scott Daly, former Navy SEAL, behind the wheel of the SUV. Daly waved at him, and he nodded back. They were in good hands. Graves climbed inside and gave Gupta a high five before shutting the door.

“Thanks for answering the call of the wild, bro!” said Gupta. “The band is back together, baby!”

“Is it too late to go home?” asked Graves.

“You know you missed me,” said Gupta.

“Not really,” said Graves. “What are we looking at here? They shoved me behind the wheel of a car a few minutes after I showed up and parked me on Glover Street with the least talkative operative I’ve ever met.”

“Miralles? Yeah. She’s all business, and good at it, too,” said Gupta. “All right. So here’s what we’ve got for coverage. Two low-light-capable, high-def block cameras placed on the town house adjacent to the target house, giving us a good enough view up and down Glover Street. The trees kind of mess with the view at certain distances, but we have a good overall picture of the street. I have that on a split screen here. I’m running the feeds through motion-detection software, so it’ll draw our attention to anything larger than a dog.”

Gupta leaned forward and tapped the space bar on the laptop sitting on the Suburban’s wide front-seat armrest, activating the screen. Graves saw what he meant about the trees. Not ideal but not bad. The motion-detection software would overcome that issue.

“We also have a basic fish-eye dome camera set up on the fence behind the town house, off the alley. One-hundred-and-eighty-degree coverage. Motion activated. It’ll pop up as a window in the bottom-right corner of the screen if it’s triggered, or you can click on the rightmost tab to open the feed at any time. We both have the same access on our laptops, in case we need to split our attention between the front and back of the town house. I anticipate doing that during the pickup.”

Graves clicked the tab and liked what he saw. The concrete alley was well lit.