Kathryn brought her up-to-date. “So, to account for my leaving the van in front of your house, what you’re looking at is major plumbing problems. I’m going to need another vehicle. Do you think either Ted or Espinosa can come up with one for me?”

Maggie carried a load of food to the counter, where she prepared to make a Dagwood sandwich. “Yeah, they probably can come up with one; if not, we’ll get you a rental. So what’s the deal?”

“Everything is pretty much in place, but we hit a snag. A big one. Annie and Myra discovered that Bonnie and Clyde’s apartment at the Watergate, 1206, is a shill. That means they must have another apartment in the complex. At least that’s what we think. Until we know exactly where they’re living, we can’t do anything. Annie wants to know if you can have your guy check that out. Charles has his people on it, but we need speed right now. Her thinking is two…uh…hackers working on it will bring quicker results. She said pay whatever you have to pay to get the information.”

Maggie bit down on her sandwich. She chewed thoughtfully before she responded. “Okay, I’ll make the call, but he’s going to fight me on this.”

Kathryn grinned. “Maggie, Maggie, just tell him the vigilantes will hunt him down and kill him if he doesn’t do it.”

“Hmmm. That might work. Common sense tells me we should be hiring private detectives by the dozen to man the doors and elevators, so when Bonnie and Clyde do go in and out, we can take them. When I spoke to Nikki earlier, when you guys were still on the mountain, she said that Charles’s people have pictures, good ones, of Bonnie and Clyde. If the detectives have pictures, we should be able to get a bead on them.”

“Paper trail, Maggie. We need hard information that they either own or rent the space where they’re actually living when we turn it over to the proper authorities. You’re going to want that, too, for your articles.”

“Okay, you’re right.” Maggie’s cell was in her hand before Kathryn could blink.

A voice barked into the phone. “No!”

“I have a message for you,” Maggie barked in return. “Just to prove I’m serious, look around and tell me what you see.”

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded wary. “Why?”

“Tell me what you see,” Maggie said, her voice ringing with frost.

“Lots of people. The ocean, waiters. White sand. What do you want me to see?” The voice was still wary and jittery-sounding.