The building was on a quiet residential street near a high-tech business park. There were only a few parked cars, and most of the units in the other buildings lining the block were dark. The temperature had dropped into the twenties, and Love was clinging to Kennedy for warmth. “I don’t know, Love,” Kennedy whispered. “Maybe we should try to contact her first.” “How?” “We could leave a note on the door,” Kennedy suggested. “Maybe have her meet us someplace safe? Like a police station?” Love said. “Actually, that’s a great idea. We’ll leave a note, tell her to meet us at a local precinct house, then watch it from across the street to see if she shows.” “Or if the fucking grim reaper shows,” Love said through chattering teeth. “Cool,” Kennedy said. “All we need is some paper.” “We suck so hard at being spies.”
