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I used Conor’s laptop to locate the ranch on Google Maps. The ranch was a few miles northwest of the town of Cave Creek.
The satellite photo revealed a large main house, roughly three thousand square feet, if I had to guess. A second building that looked like a garage stood about fifty feet away. A dirt parking lot separated the two. Both buildings sat at the base of a small hill.
I printed out a copy of the map and stuffed it in a pocket in my ballistic vest. “Let’s do this,” I told Conor.
Conor opened his walk-in closet to reveal his personal arsenal of pistols, rifles, knives, and box after box of ammunition. My own arsenal wasn’t nearly as impressive, but then, I didn’t usually take some of the bigger jobs he did.
“For the record, I’m still pissed off you didn’t tell me about y
