“I have to say, gentlemen, that was one of the best breakfasts I’ve had in a long time. I guess we should be going since we didn’t come up with anything in Nik’s records. Seems to me she’s dividing her time between here and Pinewood. For a while she was living out there full-time. I think when nothing is going on, she stays here. When they’re doing whatever the hell it is they’re doing, she stays at Pinewood. To me, that means dirty work is afoot.” “That’s a brilliant deduction, Jack,” Mark said. “Now what?” “Now we sit back and wait to see what our new operative comes up with. He should have arrived at his post —” Jack looked at his watch — “twenty minutes ago. Three hours on, three off.” “We’re running out of guys who are willing to sit up in a tree, Jack. Look outside, it’s snowing like hell.” “You’re a fusspot, Mark. Those pine trees are the best shelter there is.
