Eleven
Shortly before noon, Jacquie and I sat in her car across the street from Kenny’s Pawn Brokerage out near Fenway. The sign on the door read ‘out to lunch’ except I caught movement within. I could make out two male figures through windows.
“I need to get closer,” I said with my hand on the door handle when Jacquie grabbed my other arm.
“If Gabrielle’s intel is right and the Order is using this as a drop, they’re bound to know your face. You may be anonymous to the rest of the world, but to them you are Public Enemy Number One. You can’t get close. Let me.”
“You can’t just walk in there. We don’t know what’s going on in there and for all we know, they know who you are, too. I mean they did go after your niece.”
“Need I remind you; I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you. I know
