Chapter 20: The Confrontation Marcus Has Been Practicing

He found Reyes in the checkpoint observation room at half past seven in the morning, two days after the Pratt Street safehouse went dark.

The room was a repurposed filtration monitoring station, four meters by three, with a bank of analog gauges no longer connected to anything and a narrow window slit that looked out at the northeast approach road at ground level. Reyes was sitting with his back to the door and his notebook open and a pencil in his hand. He had been noting patrol timing. He was good at it. He had always been good at it.

Marcus closed the door behind him and put the folder on the ledge beside the window and sat down in the second chair, the one that wobbled slightly on its left rear leg, and did not say anything immediately.