CHAPTER SIX
8:40 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
Westgate
Baltimore, Maryland
“Do you have a look at this place?” Ed said into his microphone.
Mark Swann’s deep, throaty voice came over his speaker. “You mean real time?”
Ed shook his head. “No, I mean back in 1978. Yes, real time, Swann.”
“Of course not. I can’t see anything. I don’t have a drone in the air on a day like today, and even if I could put one up, the cloud canopy is too low. All I can see is coming from your body cameras.”
“So you can’t see what’s going on in the backyard.”
“Not at the moment, no. But you have that aerial map, right? And the floor plan?”
Ed sighed. “Yes.” They were going in blind.
“Then you should be good.”
Ed was sitting in the back of a white van, parked thirty yards up the street from the house where
