“Sorry we left you wondering what was gonna happen,” John told Powell on the second visit to the Surratt rooming house. “We had to get approval from the high command in Canada. They manage the Secret Service operations now. Richmond communicates with them and they talk to us. Sometimes the boys in Canada act on their own. I’m the courier between them.”
“So when do we move?” Powell’s voice carried an edge of impatience.
“I know how you feel, pal. I’m coiled up and ready to spring, too. But I’m not sure yet. It depends on what Lincoln does. Whether he gives us an opportunity. Whether we can assemble our crew fast enough. I reckon mid-March, give or take a day or two. I’m sending a telegram to Parr asking you to come to the city. It’ll be on a moment’s notice. So be ready. Your answer must
