“So that’s what we’re after,” Dirk said, looking at the rest of the team.
Maverick was sitting in one of the armchairs, with Lucky lying calmly at his feet, his eyes fixed on Dirk at the moment. Tripp and Fey were at either end of the sofa, while Dirk sat at the desk, the laptop turned on and ready to be used.
“Not exactly something we can stick in our pockets and walk out with,” Maverick said.
Tripp chuckled. “Neither was that sculpture we liberated a couple of weeks ago, but we managed it anyway.”
“True enough.” Maverick returned his attention to Dirk. “Let’s see the house.”
Dirk did a search of property records first, to get a general idea of the size of the place. “Five bedrooms, built in 1929, two stories plus the basement. That’s undoubtedly where the wine cellar is. Sits on a q
