With dinner over, Dirk got back on the laptop, going to a map site. After typing in the address, he set the result to ‘street view’. “We’re in luck. Lots of trees between it and the neighbors, and a park across the street that will give us a good vantage point to watch the house. Cedar fence around the back yard. Looks like there’s a patio from what I can make out in the shot.”
Maverick came over, resting one hand on the desk and leaning in to look. “Take it back to the front view.” Fey and Tripp joined them, huddling at Dirk’s other side.
Dirk was hyper-aware of Maverick’s closeness. The heat of his body, the woodsy scent of whatever shampoo he used. And there was no way he could move away with the young people hemming him in on the left.
“The fence goes down to the front of the house.
