She pushed them into the middle of the table and kept on reading.

The diner smelled of bacon and burnt toast and the lemony floor cleaner they mopped with late at night.

“Most of the wires went out at two in the morning,” she said.

“Whoever it was liked to work while the house was sleeping.”

“Wyatt sleeps through anything at all.”

“Wyatt couldn’t set up a corporate wire with a gun to his head, Captain.

That’s a man following written instructions.” She glanced up.