The Charger rolled to a stop just shy of the blind spot, its engine purring to a quiet hum as Norma cut the ignition. The darkness enveloped them like a cloak, the glow from Joe's laptop casting fleeting shadows across their faces.
The SUV’s tires crunched to a slow stop on the gravel, engine idling low enough to almost disappear beneath the sigh of the ocean. Overhead, the wind rattled loose sheet metal and whistled through the gaps in the rust-bitten siding.
“Alright, team,” Norma whispered, her voice low and steady. “This is it. Stick to the plan, and we’ll be in and out before they even know what hit them.”
“Looks like it hasn’t been touched since Diego’s last trip,” Jorge said, leaning forward in his seat. “Guess Graves didn’t think anyone would be dumb enough to come back.”
“Gue
