He might also be familiar with the black Jeep Mick had been driving. A stop to his cousin Ramon to advise him of what had happened as well as to swap out cars took care of one of the problems. Ramon’s Safari Wrangler with its desert sand paint job would be hard to pick out, especially since he planned to drive it along the water’s edge. Based on his review of the details of the area and Mad Dog’s instructions, Mick guessed that his nemesis had Liliana in one of the old ammo depots somewhere between the Nike radar site and the gun batteries toward the northernmost part of the national park. If Mad Dog positioned himself along the top floors of any of the remaining battery buildings or close to the rise for the lighthouse, he would have a clean line of fire toward both the path and road. As Mick drove past the ranger station, he cut the lights on the Wrangler, and pulled the SUV off the road and onto the sand. He stopped it for a moment to make sure Caterina was ready. She was buckled into the passenger seat beside him, dressed all in black once again.
