She looked dead on her feet after her circuitous series of plane rides out of California, but her eyes were alert. As she sipped an espresso made by a Gaggia espresso maker, her eyes traversed the plush, pastel-colored, linen-covered cushions and oiled, teak panels, as well as the state-of-the-art all stainless kitchen appliances. To her left and taking up what had been a sleeping compartment for a fifth person, Aden sat plugged into video and sound surveillance equipment. Several laptops showed secure satellite feeds from outside and inside of the Green Leprechaun Tavern on pedestrian-only Marshall Street, just off Union Street, near Union Street Park. Sarah busied herself with more espressos as she tended the fresh sea bass baking in cucumber, dill, and white wine sauce in the Caribbean propane stove. She reinserted the burner cover. It was made of hardwood and doubled as a cutting board. She removed the four and a half pound whole fish, and opened the handled top of the Cape Cod style fish baking casserole.
