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here, one or two more.”
    Pike thought, five guns.
    Stone said, “Were you and your turd friends supposed to come back after dropping the bodies?”
    “Yes. We have to clean the house, and get our things. Washington and Pinetta were going to leave with the Syrian. Ruiz was angry we had to clean.”
    Stone moved the M4.
    “Shut up. No one gives a shit about you having to clean.”
    Pike continued to the first cross street, turned around, cut the lights, and pulled to the curb with a face-front view of the house. Pike locked eyes with Stone in the rearview.
    “Three-sixty.”
    Three-sixty meant circle the house.
    Stone passed the M4 to Pike, and slipped from the Jeep. Pike watched him go, wondering if Cole was in the black house. He wondered if Cole was alive, or dead, or dying as they sat on the quiet street. He wondered if Haddad was telling the truth.
    “You and your crew come back, how do you enter?”
    “We park in the garage, never the street or the drive. We pull into the garage and close the door before we get out. This way the neighbors don’t see. The Syrian tell us this. He say never park on the street or the driveway.”
    “There’s a door from the garage into the house?”
    “Yes. Into the kitchen.”
    “You need a key?”
    “Orlato had it.”
    Pike took out the keys Stone found in the Escalade, along with a garage remote. Haddad affirmed the remote would open the garage, and told him which key would unlock the door.
    Pike tucked the key and remote away, then told Haddad to describe the floor plan. The house was a cookie-cutter three-bedroom. Kitchen, dining room, living room on one side of the house; master bedroom and two smaller bedrooms on the other, the two smaller rooms sharing a bath. The
pollos
had been kept in the smaller bedrooms.
    Stone returned as Haddad finished the description, and slipped into the Jeep as quietly as he left.
    “They wrapped it, man. I can tell there’s light inside, but I couldn’t see or hear anything.”
    Pike broke down how he wanted to hit the house, then looked at Haddad.
    “Do exactly what I said. Are we clear?”
    “Yes.”
    Pike put the Jeep in gear, cruised lightless directly to the house and turned into the drive. He drew his .357 as he slid from the Jeep. The rising moon put more light on them than Pike liked, but no one moved on the street.
    Pike took Haddad by the wrists and pushed him to the left side of the garage door. Stone went to the right, and Pike clicked the remote without hesitation. As the door rumbled up, Stone immediately slid under. Pike pushed Haddad down, and crawled under with him. By the time Pike was under, Stone was set up to the right of the kitchen door, and Pike clicked the remote again to lower the door.
    Haddad stopped.
    “No cars. They are not here.”
    Pike pressed the .357 into Haddad’s ribs and pushed him to the door.
    “Speak when I tell you. Open the door.”
    Pike held tight as the key fumbled into the lock and Haddad opened the door. Haddad was at the door because the men inside would expect him. If they saw Haddad when the door opened, Pike would have an advantage. If Pike drew fire, he would fall back to open a field of fire for Stone.
    The door opened to a well-lit empty kitchen.
    Pike whispered.
    “Say it.”
    Haddad called loudly.
    “It is Haddad. We are back.”
    Pike listened for a three-count, heard nothing, then pushed Haddad into the kitchen and immediately pulled him to the left. Stone crossed the kitchen at combat speed, gun up and good to go, cleared the entry, and disappeared into the house.
    Pike tracked Stone’s progress by ear, pinning Haddad to the floor until Stone called from the back.
    “Clear. We’re good.”
    Pike echoed the call.
    “Clear.”
    Pike pulled Haddad to his feet as Stone reappeared in the entry, red-faced and furious.
    “This fucker’s full of shit, man. The place is empty.”
    Stone stalked over, and stabbed Haddad with his rifle.
    “Cole wasn’t here. You lied out your