Chapter Three
Reese was exhausted.
Wake-up call at six—with all of the emotional charge of being named to take over Stagecoach. Then the crash of thinking she was being bounced back out. On the road by eight, and hitting New York City by noon.
Harvey had sent a list of five stores, two restaurants, and a Broadway theater right on Times Square.
She’d dropped Jim at each place, where he and Malcolm had been met by an agent from the New York office familiar with the locale. While he’d been doing site familiarization, she’d scouted approach and getaway routes, driven in and out of garages until she knew the best access to each exit, including where to go to ground if they had to abandon the vehicle.
There was an odd congruency of knowing that Jim and Malcolm were doing exactly the same th
