Sophia sat in the Honda’s driver’s seat peering through her night-vision goggles. Dark clouds had overtaken the sky in the east and she could make out a thick band of pale gray in the distance, which suggested heavy rain. It was slowly crawling inland and would probably hit the island while they were breaching the installation. At first she’d thought it might be a serious hindrance but now she was starting to wonder if it would work in their favor. Fewer guards outside, more noise to use as cover.
DC sat in the passenger seat, sketching the installation on a blank notes page inside the Honda manual.
‘You haven’t spoken a word since we got back to the car,’ Sophia said.
‘What if we’re making a mistake?’ DC said.
‘It’s not like you to get cold feet. Commitment phobic?’
He didn’t smile.
