On the drive to Elderon, John made it a point to keep up a running commentary on the scenery, the other drivers, and anything else that would take Kip’s mind off what would happen when they got there. At one point, Kip said, “I know what you’re doing.”
“Pointing out the joys of mountain driving?” John replied innocently.
Kip snorted. “That, too. Thanks.”
When they got to the edge of town they pulled to the side of the road. Kip got his bag from the back seat and took out the tactical vest that John had insisted at the last minute he bring with him. Taking his shirt off, he put the vest on. Then he got the small kit holding the bug and receiver from his bag. “Turn your back, please,” he said. When John did, with a bit of amusement, Kip pulled down his jeans and briefs. He turned the tiny
