“We’re going out to Glenbrook Road. Ted, get the van. We’ll meet you out front. Dennis, send Annie and Myra a text telling them what we’re doing. Espinosa, you got all your gear?” He nodded. “Then I think we’re good to go.”

“Did you send the text, Maggie?” Dennis asked.

“Nope. I’m going to wait till we pull into his driveway. From the looks of the Google display, he can see his driveway all the way to the road from every front window of his mansion. Wonder who uses that pool, tennis court, and that mini putting green.”

“Amalie said it’s all just for show. She said they did a whole spread in Architectural Digest. Everything about Lincoln Moss is for show. She said his motto is, ‘Hey, look at me!’ ”

“That’s downright sick. I can’t wait till we get our hands on that miserable cretin.”

Dennis swallowed hard at the look on Maggie’s face. He almost felt sorry for Lincoln Moss. Almost.

Forty minutes later, with Ted driving at breakneck speed, the group arrived at the Glenbrook Road address. Ted let out a loud whoop, and said, “Okay, I know exactly where we are now. Two doors down on the left is where that female senator lived. You remember, Maggie, the one who loved to entertain all those virile young Georgetown students on the taxpayer’s dime. See that Tudor, that was where she lived. Now that was a scandal to end all scandals.” A quick glance in the rearview mirror told Ted Dennis was about to ask a hundred questions since the scandal was before his time. “Later, kid, we’re here. Now what, Maggie? I don’t see any guards or security.”

“That’s because you haven’t pulled into the driveway, Ted. I think there is a structure, according to the Google map, right up there at the end and under that weeping cherry tree. At least I think it’s a weeping cherry tree. I’m not into foliage of any kind. Slow down and pull up, then stop. Let’s see if anyone comes around to talk to us.”

Ted did as instructed. He let his breath out in a loud swoosh. He lowered the window and waited. As one they all almost jumped out of their skin when a man appeared from the rear and leaned into the van window. “You people have an appointment with Mr. Moss or are you lost?”