“I don’t know. It depends on where he’s being held.”
“We’ll develop a plan when we get there and keep this robot factor in mind. Speed it up.”
Peter took the Jeep up to seventy-five, a speed way higher than his comfort zone and one the Jeep wasn’t happy with, but they arrived in Santo Regás in one piece and went directly to the eastbound road he’d followed before. Shaunessy radioed to one of the cars to check the house at 21 San Miguel.
“You said that the hacienda is about twenty-nine miles ahead on this road?”
“Twenty-nine point four from 21 San Miguel,” Peter said.
“We’d better take the last mile or so with lights out.” Shaunessy spoke again into his radio.
The Jeep and the four FBI vehicles approached the walled hacienda in the dark. A quarter mile from the main gate a depres
