What are we waiting for?” Reese demanded.
“Just hang tight,” Trace replied.
She could have ordered him to supply a better answer. But she knew that was what he wanted her to do, so he could turn to the man behind the wheel and smirk. Telling his team she didn’t belong.
Which, of course, was absolutely correct.
They had expected her to direct ops from the van. But there was no way she was going to sit this one out.
When she demanded to go in with them, Trace’s team didn’t like the idea. They did not say anything and they didn’t look her way. But she knew. They were a unit so tight she could feel the current surging below the surface. That was why she wanted in, so she could go play with the big dogs.
The van was parked twenty meters down the hill from the gatehouse. Trace turned in his seat and said, “Go check out the grounds.”
The man seated in the rear slipped from the van, loped up the street, and scaled the fifteen-foot wall like he was climbing stairs. Just put one foot above the next and disappeared.
Trace must have heard something because he touched the button on his earpiece and said, “Go. Roger that. Start your scan.” He dropped his hand. “Team two is in place.”
The scout loped through the villa’s open gates. He stopped by Trace’s window and reported, “Gatehouse is empty.”
“Walking the perimeter?”
“Can’t say for certain. Trees block a lot of the terrain. There’s a cup of coffee in there, and it’s cold.”
Trace checked his watch. “Little late for lunch.”
Reese realized he was waiting for her orders, but he would not turn and ask. Not in a million years. She said, “Let’s do what we came to do.”