“Yes and no. As I explained earlier, we take turns patrolling at night, so some of us can catch a few hours’ sleep. Dom was watching Gentry Lomax’s place. The guy doesn’t believe in closing his blinds, so Dom could see him clearly. He was in for the night, watching wrestling. His lights went out at 1:37. Dom hung around for fifteen minutes to see if he’d make an appearance, but he didn’t.”

“If the driver of the Benz is Zack Meadows, then who is he here to see? I was under the impression he didn’t have much of a relationship with the tenants.”

“And that’s true. But it doesn’t mean he couldn’t meet someone here at one of the empty units. He has access to all the keys. Lights usually go out for the night around eleven, give or take a few minutes. Except for Miz Louise. She leaves her porch light on all night in the hopes her wayward son will come for a visit. He’s in jail, but she doesn’t know that. It’s the only light that’s on in the whole complex, discounting the sodium vapor lamps at the end of each street.”

Dennis strained to see in the darkness. “So then, what’s our game plan here? Or don’t we have one?”

Lionel shrugged. “My boys are on foot patrol. They check in every ten or fifteen minutes. So far, no one is out and about, so whomever Meadows is visiting, they’re indoors, probably sitting in the dark, hatching some devious plan. I’m assuming it’s Meadows. I could be wrong. Stay close, and I’ll lead the way to where the Benz is parked.”

“Let me make sure I have this right,” Jack said in a deep whisper. “We’re going to stake out the car and see who drives off in it, is that your thinking?”

“Yep. No sense running around like clueless chickens. We wait him or her out, as the case may be. At least we’ll know for sure if it’s Meadows.”

“And then what?” Dennis hissed.

“Then I don’t know. That’s up to you and your people. I’m just doing my job here to the best of my ability. You guys are the investigators. We’ll help in any way we can, but our help is limited to this immediate area.”

Jack looked down at his watch. “It’s after four now. Another hour and it will start getting light out. I’m thinking whoever is driving that car will want to be long gone before that.”

“I agree,” Lionel said. “What are you going to do if it turns out that it is Mr. Meadows?”

“You mean other than confronting him? No clue,” Jack said. “For now, we just tuck that little factoid away for the future. Dennis, you having any luck running that Kansas plate number?”