“And what’s in that package.” Fairing had driven directly from the Lions Bridge to Zanns’s mansion. The three men were watching the mansion from a quarter mile away. Waterhouse walked to the rear of the borrowed SUV and opened the hatch. He climbed back in holding a large black bag filled with electronic gear. He withdrew a small, satellite-dish-like contraption and a camcorder. “We can use these,” he announced. “What is it?” Jason asked, taking the gadget. “Parabolic microphone with a high-intensity laser. It works off of the vibrations in the window. We can record what we see with this small camcorder. Hopefully, they’ll discuss what’s in the package, and we can nail ’em.” * * * The package sat on Zanns’s elegant desk. Another cardboard shipper wrapped in black plastic. Sam and Lily sipped coffee in silence from demitasses. “Where is Jasmine?” she asked her son. “She dropped me off about an hour ago,” Fairing replied.
