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that she needed to emplace a camera and couldn’t do that in the daytime with all the members about. She could retrieve it during the day, but installation always took much longer than removal. The final straw in her favor was the fact that she’d be de-linking this mission from the one Johnny was on. If she were caught inside at night, it wouldn’t point to the wife.
    Now, staring up the wall, she wondered if this was the right call. A part of her knew it was a little bit of pride driving her forward. Wanting to prove to the chauvinist assholes that she was right. A bigger part truly believed she was possibly preventing a terrorist attack by redirecting Johnny’s team.
    Before she thought about changing her mind, she grasped the first plastic rock jutting from the wall and pulled up. Seconds later, she was scaling rapidly. Not as fast as she had in the daytime, but still fast enough to look like she was being hoisted by a rope, never stopping for more than a split second to find another hold. She reached the roof and flipped over the parapet. She waited a beat, listening. She keyed her Bluetooth and said, “I’m up. Any movement?”
    Pike answered, “Nope. Barney’s sitting still watching TV.”
    “Roger. Moving to the door.”
    She checked the frame for alarm leads, finding none. She spent three minutes with a headlamp and a pick gun to break the lock. She said, “Opening the door.” When Pike acknowledged, she eased it a crack and waited.
    “No movement,” Pike said.
    “Going inside.”
    Pike said, “Be careful. No stupid stuff.”
    She snicked the door closed and said, “That’s your department.”
    She eased down the stairs, her headlamp on its lowest setting. She reached the bottom landing, turned off her light, and cracked open the door, seeing the juice bar just at the corner of her vision.
Guard is to the right.
    She closed the door and keyed her Bluetooth. “Pike, I’m set. Give him a call.”
    “Roger.”
    She heard the phone ring. And ring and ring and ring. Pike came on. “It went to voice mail. He didn’t take the bait.”
    Damn it.
She’d wanted him focused on the phone while she went behind his back.
    “Is he still watching TV?”
    “Yeah, but believe it or not, I think he was asleep before I called. He just stood up and changed the channel.”
    Great.
    “Okay, I’m going to work my way down. Tell me if he gets up.”
    “Give it about five minutes. Get him complacent again.”
    “Roger.”
    She waited, running through her head what she could do. How she would react, analyzing the floor plan in her mind, developing contingencies before they happened. She saw seven minutes had passed and called Pike. “I’m moving.”
    “Good to go. His head is leaning forward.”
    She opened the door and slithered through, keeping to the wall. She saw the treadmills ahead and focused on the mirrors. Moving at a crouch, she finally saw him. Or more precisely, she heard the television and saw the back of his head. She had one brief moment inside the emergency lighting, then was back in darkness. She went through the free-weight room, passed the acrobatics room to the right, and paused at the hallway to the men’s locker room. There was a light in the space that separated her from the woman’s side. She glanced back at the front desk, saw a black head of hair doing nothing, and sprinted across. She went down the hall and entered the female locker room.
    She went straight to the sauna, now cold in the night. Using her headlamp, she spent thirty minutes installing the camera. It was battery operated and controlled via a wireless remote. The problem was that she needed the receiver near the door. It would do no good to have the thing fail to function when it was needed.
    She positioned the pinhole camera in the corner near the ceiling, then checked the feed on the receiver. It would capture almost everything in the sauna, unless the women sat underneath the camera itself. Since it was near the