Would she really print the story now? Mac shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. He looked at the RV and the surveillance vans. They had two now. Seven clinics.
Those odds weren’t good. Some clinic was going to blow up. Probably more than one.
He realized Eli was standing next to him. He hadn’t even seen him come into the RV. He didn’t speak until Mac looked at him.
“They think like cops,” Eli said softly. “Cops, not counterterrorism.”
Mac considered that for a moment. He nodded. They didn’t think like reporters, either. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s talk outside.”
“So where are we going, Sarge?” Eli asked as they stood breathing the fresh air outside the RV.
“I think we need to see the clinics,” Mac said, heading toward Shorty’s Lexus to brief him. Shorty could continue to mon
