65Maggie tucked her hand inside her jacket and snapped loose her revolver.
“You see him?” Delaney kept his voice low, but she saw him reaching for his weapon, too.
“The takeout container at the far end of the counter,” she told him without looking at it. Her eyes were scanning over anyone and everyone who was standing or walking the room. “I’m positive it wasn’t there ten minutes ago.”
“Damn,” Delaney whispered. He toggled the microphone that was tucked inside the cuff of his shirt and rubbed his jaw as he spoke into his sleeve. “He left a package. Far east side of food counter.”
Maggie saw Cunningham’s chin move up just slightly, and his eyes started searching the tables around him. He excused himself and stood up. Then he headed toward the lobby where the restrooms were. Across the r
