“She must have placed the arrow inside before the storm hit. With the FBI right there?” I’m not interested in hearing him complain.

I’m interested in how what I just suggested is possible. What did she do? Is she invisible? Is it what Lucy suggested and Carrie has new tricks she’s learned since she almost murdered me in Florida?

“Exactly. With the friggin’ FBI right there.” Marino lights a cigarette, and I crank the engine so he can open his window a little. “But no one could do that on Lucy’s property without being picked up by the cameras.”

“I’m not sure that’s true if one knew exactly where the cameras are and how much they cover. Or if the person has a way of hacking into the system and foiling it somehow. Or maybe there’s some other explanation.” I think of the metamaterial again.

“Well I guess the way you parked might have partially blocked the view of the back of the truck because that asshole FBI agent’s SUV was in the way,” Marino says. “But we’ll have to ask Lucy and see if she can help us. Or Janet.”

“Supposedly yesterday and today the motion sensors detected something but the cameras didn’t,” I inform him. “Lucy says this was at around four o’clock both mornings.”

“Maybe a squirrel, a rabbit, something low to the ground.” He flicks an ash out the top of the window.

“That wouldn’t set off the motion sensors. Something was there but wasn’t. She says she can’t figure it out.”

“I never believe it when Lucy says she can’t figure something out. Erin Loria should know if anything’s been picked up by the cameras.”

“I’m sure she may know quite a lot.” I feel a rush of hostility and realize how much I resent and blame her.

“You can bet she’s been watching the monitors and looking at the recordings,” he says as I turn on the defog and wipers to clear the glass. “Maybe she saw something that could help us.”

“I’m not asking her a damn thing.” I wonder how much he remembers from Lucy’s FBI Academy days, and I prod him. “At one point she was a new agent in Lucy’s dorm,” I remind him. “Washington Dorm and they were on the same floor.”

“When I saw her this morning she wasn’t familiar, and I’m also not sure why I would have run into her back then,” he says. “The only time I really came to Quantico was if we were working a case or I was meeting you. Why would I have known Erin Loria?”