“Got a truck coming down the road, sir,” the doc said when he saw that he had the captain’s attention. “Wake the others,” Burke told him, as he grabbed his Tommy gun and headed for the kitchen. Sergeant Moore was standing near one of the windows, looking out through a small gap in the curtains, when Burke slipped into the room. “What have we got?” Burke whispered, as he took up position at the other window. “Two-ton lorry. One man in the cab. Back of the truck is covered with a tarp.” As Burke looked out the window he was just in time to watch the driver in question bring the truck to a stop facing the front of the house. Burke couldn’t see the driver’s face clearly through the windshield, but something about the man’s posture gave him the sense that he was looking at something above their heads. It took Burke a moment to figure it out. Smoke. They’d let the fire die down earlier that morning, but there must still be a thin trail of smoke coming out of the chimney, and it had apparently caught the driver’s eye.
