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Her heart tapped at just above normal velocity, and the slight elevation was not from concern about the operation itself or its success. It was the pleasure she felt at moments like this. The pure joy swelling within her just before a tactical operation. Her palms were dry and, for a change, she felt no urge to dig a nail into a cuticle or her scalp, a compulsive habit that persisted from her youth. Her nerves were presently at rest.
A deep breath. The faintest trace of congestion. Hardly noticeable.
You’re fine …
She glanced back at her team, two men, one woman. Younger than she. Their eyes still. Their bodies coiled. They crouched—and she envied them their youthful knees.
One of the men gripped his weapon with tight fingers. He was gazing at the ground, his lips pressed hard together—the only portion of his face, other than the eyes, that was visible, due to the Nomex hoods. He realized she was looking his way. When he met her gaze, she nodded.
And he came down from that troubled place where he’d momentarily perched. It would be his first time out.
“Three,” she called. “What do you see? K.”
“Shades are down. No visual. But we have a heat signature.”
“Human?”
“Likely. Right temp. And in motion.”
So, the Watchmakerwasinside.
“K. Team Two, move to the front of 208. Advise. And, Zillow Girl, pull into position.”
A laugh from the detective in Car Seven. She said, “On the move.”
The SUV now drove past Sachs and Team One, then pulled into the mouth of the cul-de-sac, blocking the security camera. The stocky woman, made a bit stockier by the body armor under her floral dress, climbed out and grabbed a stack of file folders from the backseat. A prospective buyer of the property—also an ESU detective—stepped from the passenger side and looked around, as if assessing whether this was a place he wanted to sink half a billion dollars into.
“Three, any response to the presence?”
“Negative. He’s in the middle of the trailer. Not moving anymore. Maybe at a table.”
“Five Eight Eight Five to Two. We go in first, you’re behind.”
“Roger. K.”
“All teams. Remember the briefing. Special rules of engagement. One call to surrender, if it’s ignored and there’s the least threat signature, lethal force is authorized.”
They confirmed.
She took a deep breath, smelling wet stone and pungent exhaust from the SUV. Her weapon’s safety off, finger outside the trigger, muzzle aware.
“Team Two, we’re on the move.”
A glance behind her, nods from the team.
Then the four were out of cover and jogging toward the trailer, crouching.
“Three, heat signal?”
“Moved a foot or two. Away from the door. Slow. I don’t think he’s onto you.”
“K.”
Thirty feet from the door.
The Watchmaker, she was thinking … Would this be their last confrontation?
Twenty …
