“That confident?”
“We scoured the files; the Singers never mentioned what the treasure is.” I said.
“What if they talked to the Singers?”
The implication hung in the air. What if they’d tortured the Singers into giving up the information?
“It’s possible, but unlikely. They wouldn’t need us if they knew.”
“And they wouldn’t have waited twenty years,” G added.
“Agreed. If they knew the location, they’d take us out and grab the key,” I said.
“Maybe they know the what but not the where,” Jack pondered out loud.
“Maybe.”
It seemed unlikely, but I couldn’t rule it out.
“We may want more backup when we find the where,” Jack said.
Backup would be nice, but I wouldn’t wait.
We went through the same song and dance at the next bank.
Our tail kept a respectable distance, waiting patiently while we talked to the branch manager.
“They’re pros,” AJ said.
I agreed; if it weren’t for AJ and Jay, we might not have noticed them.
Back in the sedan, Jack suggested we each carry our backpacks into each building. “If we find the treasure, we can split up.”
“Splitting up will set off their alarms,” I argued.
“But it’ll buy us time.”
“Someone slips out the back with the treasure?” G asked. “I like it.”
“We’ll be ready for extraction,” Jay said.
“Copy that.” I looked at G. “We won’t leave until after the treasure is safely on its way back to Weatherford,” I said.
“Who takes it?” G asked.
I didn’t hesitate. “Jack.”
“Why me?”
“Because you have a family to consider. There’s every possibility we’ll end up in the back of an unmarked van instead of the company car.”
“We won’t leave you without backup,” Jay said.
“You can and you will,” I ordered. “This is bigger than any of us, and trust me, we won’t go down without a fight.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack said. “You get all that, Jay?”
“Yes, sir,” Jay mimicked Jack. I had a feeling they’d just had an entire conversation without saying a word.
