Page 238 of Affair
She did a chef’s kiss.
“It’s perfect to lay low.”
Maura was curious.
“Where’s it at?” she asked.
Merry showed her.
“MATE, give the Major the location on a map,” she said, and the system hummed, pulling up a picture. On it, they saw the cabin on stilts in the water.
Maura moved closer to the screen.
“MATE, show me the safest way into the swamp, and then three ways out.”
The system did its thing, and Maura went to the wall with the glass board that was tied to MATE and began scribbling down math equations.
When she turned, she was ready.
“Okay, so this is near the Ninth Ward. We’ll have an easy time in, but likely a more difficult time out.”
They were all curious.
“Why?” Dakota asked.
She shared what she’d figured out statistically happening.
“Because if they are trying to find this guy, and the baby momma hider, then we are all on the same hunt. We know they’re ahead of us. We might get lucky and reach him first.”
She pointed.
“I want to go in here,” she said. “Then, I want to come out here.”
Merry was curious.
“Boats?” she asked.
She shook her head.
“No, in this case, he’ll hear a boat coming, and he’ll bail. He’s going to be twitchy and ready. This is about getting in stealthy.”
This was sounding worse and worse to Jagger. As in he didn’t like this at all.
“Eve will be staying home,” Maura said.
She lifted a brow.
“Why?” she asked.
Maura was to the point.
“You just gave birth, and you’re bleeding still. We’re not putting you in water to chum it.”
Shit.
She didn’t think about that.
“Damn it!” she said. “I want to go swamp spelunking,” she added, which made her husband stare at her like she was batshit insane.
