We made our way across the shaded resort, ducking behind trees and buildings until we stood three cabins away from the one Cap had pointed out. We slipped behind the third one. I noted that each had a small back deck skirted with aluminum.
I followed Cap's lead and rushed from the shelter of one cabin to the next, settling behind the skirting of each deck. Dorothy was at the ready, safety off.
We arrived at the cabin nearest number ten and Cap told me to sit tight. With gestures and broken whispers, he told me he was going to make a noise to draw the men outside.
I stayed hidden, gun in my sweating hands, forcing myself to breathe slowly.
Cap walked around the back of number ten, picking up gravel as he went. Standing just around the corner of the house, he leaned out and plinked a pie
