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The trio arrived at the park half an hour before Kegan was supposed to meet with Morse. They approached the boathouse stealthily, going in from three sides as they searched for any signs that Morse had anyone planted in the area. “All clear, here,” Kegan murmured, knowing the sensitive microphone hidden under his shirt would relay his words to the others. He got affirmatives from Ash and Gage before he crossed the last few yards to the steps going up to the terrace. “We’re downstairs,” he heard Ash say through the virtually invisible earpiece he wore. “Give us five to get inside and make certain we don’t have any unexpected visitors.” Kegan waited for the all-clear, then walked to the top of the steps. On his right hand he wore what, at first glance, looked like a heavy ring. He had no