An agent had been parked on the street where Mary Emerson’s house was since Sam requested surveillance. Sam didn’t have a viable connection between Thames and Emerson and had kept the reason for his request vague. At the office, Sam received an update that Emerson’s car was parked in the driveway. The agent, Traynor, had been instructed to watch the place but not to approach until Sam got there. Sam caught a ride with another agent, Monroe. Monroe parked behind the government-issue sedan surveying the Emerson house. Sam and Monroe left the vehicle. Traynor left his vehicle as well, and Monroe made the introductions. “Appreciate the help,” Sam said. As Sam shook Traynor’s hand, he asked, “Any movement?” “Negative. The car’s in the same spot since I got here. No one’s been in or out of the house.” It was a Thursday afternoon. Was it typical of Emerson not to go into work on Thursdays? Sam faced Traynor. “Any sign of Emerson moving around in there?” Traynor gave a quick headshake, then smoothed down his thick mustache.
