Q's cell phone didn't want to work. It should work. He'd designed it himself.
And he could see a cell tower clearly in the distant mountains. “Damn."
He didn't have but the bare minimum tools with him. He couldn't fix it. He'd have to get a disposable one in town. But Harv would probably tell Madison what he did.
“Damn."
He was in over his head and neither of his brothers could help. Deep breaths while he continued his trek around the grounds.
Manicured gardens hid the cameras. He wondered who was watching him.
The walls had been built the same as her home in New Jersey. He found the two servants' cottages. They were locked tight, but he did peer in the windows.
All seemed to be in order.
Seemed to be.
His sixth sense, honed in the field in the military, told him that all was not
