Underneath an orange tree, sitting in the rented Hyundai Sonata, the nondescript little man lowered the 35 mm digital camera with the 120 mm telephoto lens, and laid it onto the passenger seat. For a second or two he stared at the window across the street and at the man in the wheelchair and the woman sitting beside him. Silently, a raging storm was rumbling loudly in his consciousness. He knew he had to make the call. But he didn’t want to. He had an idea what would be the results from making the call. Half of him told him he had to make the call regardless of what would happen next. The other half was telling him that he would be walking out into the open, exposing himself too much to the cops he was following. There was no way he could stay in the shadows if the call went the way he tho
