Quinn could see them now. There were two of them, crouched low and half-hidden by the thick brush. As Quinn and Nate watched, one of the men sprinted forward, stopping only when he reached the outside of the church wall. He then moved down the wall until he came to what had once been a doorway, and peered inside.
“Are we going to play games, or are we going to meet?” It was Otero. He was still standing in the middle of the church, not concealing his presence. When there was no response, he said, “Two minutes and we’re leaving.”
The man who had been looking into the church from the doorway glanced back at his partner and waved for him to come over.
“Quinn,” Nate said.
“What?”
“I thought they were only allowed one companion.”
Quinn shot Nate a glance, then looked at a monitor Nate was pointing at. It was the one covering the north approach to the church, the way Otero and Ownby had come.
“I don’t see anything,” Quinn said.
“In the tree,” Nate said. He leaned forward and touched the screen.
For half a second, Quinn still didn’t see anything, then a slight movement revealed the form of a man lying prone on one of the branches, facing toward the church.
A quick glance at a monitor that gave a broader view of that side of the church confirmed Quinn’s suspicion that the man was high enough to see through the missing roof into the abandoned structure.
Quinn pushed the mic button again. “Peter, we have a problem.”
“What?”
“Check the feed to camera six. In the tree, near the top of the image.”
There was a pause.
“Do you see him?” Quinn asked.
“Yes.”
“Is he one of yours?”
“I played by the rules. Only two,” Peter said. “He must be one of theirs.”
Quinn wasn’t convinced of that, but there was no time to argue the point. On another monitor the two newcomers stepped through the doorway, entered the church, and walked a couple paces before stopping. They looked nervous, like this was the first time they had ever done anything like this.
“You need to abort right now,” Quinn said.
“We need that information,” Peter said.
“Peter,” Quinn said, “if you don’t abort, you might not get anything.”
At the church Otero said, “You guys are going to have to come a little closer.”
The taller of the two men shook his head. “We are fine here. I think you have something to show us.”
Otero smiled, then tossed a coin in the air so that it landed a foot in front of his counterparts.
“Your turn,” Otero said.
The tall man tossed his own coin toward Otero. This was the prearranged recognition signal. Otero had been carrying a fifty-yen Japanese coin, and the informant a 1998 Canadian half-dollar.
“Peter!” Quinn said.
“The meet’s already started,” Peter said. “They won’t answer their phones until they’re back in their car.”
“They might not even make it back to their car,” Quinn said, then let go of the button.
“We can start the van,” Nate suggested. “That should throw everyone into a panic. We could even fire off a shot.”
It was an excellent idea, Quinn thought. He relayed it to Peter.
There was a pause, then Peter said, “Do it.”
Quinn pulled his SIG Sauer P226 out of the holster under his left arm as Nate moved toward the back door to open it.
Several rapid flashes from one of the monitors caught Quinn’s eye. It was the one showing the close-up of the man in the tree. He glanced at the view of the church. Otero, Ownby, and the man who had been talking for the other party were all on the ground and not moving.
The final man had just exited the church and was making a run for it. Then there was another flash. The man jerked to the left, his momentum dropping him into a bush at the side of the trail. Like the others, he didn’t get up.
“Stop,” Quinn said to Nate.
The door was already half opened.
“Close it. Quietly.”
Nate shut the door as Quinn sat back down.
