“Any word?” O'Rourke asked. O'Rourke was a thin, wiry Irishman and Grady’s second-in-command. If he’d led the sortie, Prudence Knight would be secured in a remote cabin as planned, but Grady had wanted to limit the camp’s—and his—exposure by using Larry, an independent contractor.
Grady O’Brien turned from the window, his body burly but graceful, his coloring out-of-control Irish. The prospect outside was not encouraging, as the wind and snow were still a thick impenetrable curtain, despite a sun that was out there somewhere. No sign of what was usually a bustling rustic-looking camp, with its rough log housing laid out in military style against the hillside. Grady was careful to keep operations straightforward, open to scrutiny by federal agents who regularly tried to infiltrate them, th
