“No, they’re smart, they have to be somewhere until it gets dark. What better place to blend in until nightfall?”

Five minutes later, Harry sprinted over to his motorcycle, and asked, “What exactly is our role in this?”

Jack climbed on the back of the Ducati, plopped his helmet on his head, and asked, “What the hell are you waiting for, Harry? Charles said to go. We’re just sitting here. Oh, you want to know what our role is. We pick up two hypodermic syringes from the guy at the Sno-Cone machine and pass them on to the girls when we spot them. Now, go!”

The Ducati shot forward and hit a speed bump. Jack cursed. “You did that on purpose, you terrorist. Now I have whiplash.”

Harry ignored him as he gunned the powerful machine. Jack hung on for dear life.

“I have a gun, Harry. I just want you to know that.”

“Black belt warriors have no need of guns. Obviously you aren’t as good as you think you are.”

“Yeah, well I’m an officer of the court and as such am authorized to carry.”

“Where is it?”

“What do you care?” Jack shot back. “In my pants, if you must know.”

“Front or back?”

“If it’s that important for you to know, the front. My shirt covers it. Why?”

“Because when I hit the next speed bump, I don’t want you shooting your dick off.”

“The only thing you have to worry about is me shooting you in the ass if you hit a speed bump, so I hope that explains why the gun is in front.”

Harry’s response was to bend low over the handlebars. Jack did the same. He didn’t think it was possible for Harry to drive any faster than he already was, but they now seemed to be flying. Jack held on, the July heat searing his face. He was so light-headed when Harry finally came to a stop that he had to hold on to the Ducati until his equilibrium returned to normal.

“Wuss.”

“Eat it, Harry, and remember I have a gun.”

“I’d be worried if you could hit the broadside of a barn, but you can’t.”

“And your point is?” Not bothering to wait for a response, he added, “That’s why you have to be worried. Eventually, I’ll hit something. Look around, what do you see?”

“People,” Harry snapped. “Lots of people. Some are jogging, some are running. Some are sitting under the trees eating. I see the vendor’s cart. I don’t see the girls. I also don’t see our quarry. Do you see any of Snowden’s people?”

Jack shifted his sunglasses. “I don’t see anyone I know. Jesus, you don’t think this was a dry run, do you? It would be just like Snowden to pull something like that.”

“Why?” Harry asked, his gaze sweeping the crowds of people.