�I can see it. We�d be set up all around the bank to back him up. And we�d need to wear body armor. You too, Denby.� Diane knew Denby was risking his life with this move, and she put her hand on his shoulder as a show of support. He looked at her and half-smiled. Sadly, she didn�t remember ever seeing a real, unabashed smile on his face the entire time she had known him. She smiled back as a gesture of friendship, tinged with a touch of pity.

�Okay, let�s do it.� Fancy was nothing if not decisive. Diane gave Denby�s hand a congratulatory squeeze. Denby felt a jolt of electricity race up his arm, and the back of his neck began to tingle. He looked at Diane�s eyes, his face filled with unmistakable gratitude. They locked eyes for more than a moment. Diane suddenly looked uneasy, and she pulled her hand away. Andy and Danny stared daggers at Denby, and walked out of Fancy�s office shaking their heads and grumbling. Diane rubbed the back of her neck, and then followed Danny out of the room.

The detectives crept quietly out of plain, unmarked vans, grateful for the somewhat soft sand around the warehouse. Gravel would have announced their arrival and destroyed their plan. Ambient light from the city was ample for them to see their way to the warehouse at the end of the row, closest to the waterfront. Don sauntered on ahead, as if nothing were amiss. He slipped into the door and stood for a second so his eyes could adjust to the dark interior. He noticed a light coming from the warehouse office in the back, and walked over to it, passing through tall rows of boxes. This maze of boxes was perfect cover for the detectives tailing Don.

As Don entered the office, he greeted the gentleman inside with his hands in the air. Baldwin and Danny crouched behind two boxes just outside the office. They could see Don, but not the gentleman he was talking to. Hands in black driving gloves extending from a black raincoat searched Don. He stepped back, and looked contrite, bowing his head and nodding. He looked up, put his hands back up in a defensive posture, and backed up a step or two. Next, he extended his palms in an imploring gesture. Don relaxed a moment later, then started making gestures with his hands, pointing his fingers at an imaginary map, obviously explaining the plan. He rubbed his ear, shrugged, listened quietly, and finally, extended his hand to shake. When he turned to leave, he stopped momentarily. Sorenson could see the barrel of a gun poking into Don�s ribs. Sorenson�s hand went to his own gun, but Don nodded once more, the barrel disappeared, and he resumed his exit.

Diane was waiting with Denby in the station while Don set up the contact. Rather than following up on paperwork, she decided to see if she could get to know Denby better. Diane entered the coffee room, poured herself a cup and sat down across from Denby.

�So. How does a man with a Jesuit education end up here, Denby?�

�You�re counting on a long night, then?�

�Not necessarily. How about you give me the abridged version.�