Espinosa shuffled from one foot to the other. “You guys do know that Lincoln Moss hates Jack Sparrow, right? When the President, at his advisers’ urging, nominated Sparrow, Moss opposed it. Because Sparrow had been in the federal pen on a trumped-up charge. Moss said it wouldn’t look good and would taint the President. There was more to it than that, and we all know, as did Moss, that Sparrow got a clean bill of health on that trumped-up charge. The feds paid him handsomely for the time he spent in prison, too. I think I read somewhere, and not in the Post, that it was the only time Gabriel Knight vetoed a suggestion from his old buddy Lincoln Moss. You guys have to remember that, don’t you?”

“Vaguely,” Ted said. “I know we didn’t think it was newsworthy enough to write about. Even back then, the Post was anti-Moss.”

“I don’t remember it at all,” Dennis said.

“Me either,” Maggie said. “Okay, I pulled up his address on Glenbrook Road. It’s in the Wesley Heights area. Ah, here’s a picture. Looks like a mansion to me, and I’d estimate at the time of purchase maybe $5 or $6 million. No clue what the value is today. Pricey will do it for now, and would we really expect anything less when it comes to Lincoln Moss? He’s got some well-heeled political neighbors, too. The power elite as they say.”

“Dennis, do a Google Earth on the property so we can get a look at it. We need to know if he has electronic gates and maybe a guardhouse, that kind of thing. I’m thinking we can bluff our way to the gate even if there is a guard. They, whoever they turn out to be, won’t want to antagonize the press. That would be us. Especially when we tell them it’s about the Man of the Year contest. Hell, even the gardener will be impressed with that,” Ted said. “I’ve heard Moss has some serious security at his home. If I remember correctly, the security is made up of retired Secret Service.”

“And he pays triple what they would earn elsewhere in the private sector,” Dennis chirped up. “Amalie told me that. I also think she knows a lot of stuff that she hasn’t told us. My opinion is that we have barely scratched the surface where Moss is concerned.”

“I think you’re right, kid,” Ted said.

“So, what are we doing here? Do we have a game plan or not?” Espinosa asked.

Maggie nibbled on her thumb as she contemplated her next move. She hated it when she was indecisive. Just take the bull by the horns and wrestle it to the ground. Whatever happens happens. End of story.