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corrected. “I doubt it’s more than one. There wouldn’t be enough time.”
    “Okay, but which one? There are a lot of parking spaces. And they’re all filled with Mercedeses and Jags and BMWs. And there’s a Bentley over there. These people definitely have money.”
    “Well, whichever one it is we need to narrow down quickly. I doubt these guys will take too long to get to wherever they’re going.”
    She punched in a number.
    “Harry, I just got a call from Oliver. He thinks the private residences on the top floors of the building might be the target, we just don’t know which one. Can you check around up there and see if anything hits you? We’re on our way too.”
    She clicked off and said, “Let’s go, Caleb.”
    * * *
    Before Annabelle called, Harry and Reuben had together been scoping out the jewelry store and furrier. The jewelry store was closed but they could see employees inside, no doubt going through their closing procedure before leaving. As both men watched, the jewelry cases sank down into the floor, and then the top of the floor, which they could see was lined with steel, closed on top of them.
    Harry said, “I don’t see anyone breaking into that too quickly. Plus, the entrance doors are glass. No cover.”
    Reuben nodded. “And I don’t think you can steal enough furs to make killing a security guard worth it.”
    Then Harry’s phone buzzed and he spoke with Annabelle. When he clicked off he conveyed to Reuben what she had told him.
    “So private residences, huh?” said the big man.
    “Appears so. At least Oliver seems to think it’s a possibility.”
    “So a robbery of the rich or something else?”
    “No clue,” said Harry. “But let’s see if we can find one.”
    They hurried through the interior of the mall until they reached the entrance to a private bank of elevators that led up to the residences. A sign on the entry wall said that only residents and their confirmed guests were allowed past this point.
    “Looks like something is going on,” observed Reuben.
    There was a table set up near the entrance to the elevator bank. People in business attire were lined up in front of a reception table being checked in. Then they passed through a security checkpoint where men in suits were standing. The men looked in the women’s purses and then allowed them through to the waiting elevator.
    “There’s a magnetometer everyone has to pass through,” observed Reuben.
    Harry nodded. “And guys in suits, shades, with earwigs and shoulder holsters.”
    “Must be the Secret Service. I’d say that whoever they’re guarding might be a target. They don’t get called up for the small-fry.”
    “But who?” asked Harry. “The Secret Service protects lots of different types, including foreign dignitaries. I don’t remember reading about any kings or queens visiting here.”
    “Might be one of ours,” replied Reuben. Politicians all over this town. President. Supreme Court justices. Agency heads. Military types. List goes on and on.”
    “Well, they’re definitely Secret Service. I see their lapel pins. So that narrows it down a bit.”
    “But not enough. And then there’s the problem of letting them know there might be a threat without causing some kind of panic.”
    Annabelle and Caleb joined them a minute later and Harry filled her in on what they had found.
    Annabelle gazed over at the people waiting to be cleared into the event.
    “But what kind of event is it?” asked Caleb. “That might tell us more about who the target might be.”
    Annabelle said, “I’ll find out.” She walked over to one of the men standing in line and gave him a warm, coy smile.
    “Okay, this is going to sound really stupid, but aren’t you on Breaking Bad ? The brother-in-law of the meth dealer, Walter White? Right? The DEA guy? Oh, what was his name again?”
    “I wish,” said the man. He was about fifty, portly and balding. He was dressed in a suit and tie.
    She looked over his shoulder.