but had no way to prove their suspicions.
“We need hard evidence. A cell phone with a video of one of the crimes. Maybe the kids have uploaded it to YouTube or Facebook . Find it and copy it and make sure it’s in a format the police can use to get a warrant and use the evidence in court.”
“Yes, sir. When do you want us to start our investigation?” asked Vallen.
“There’s no investigation. I have two homes for you to visit today. This morning is a special sporting event at the high school. These boys obviously don’t bother to attend all their classes, but my informant is certain they’ll be at the baseball game. It runs from nine to noon, so that’s how long you have to thoroughly investigate their two homes.”
Burgle two homes inside three hours with no preparation? Riiiight.
“These are the addresses. You’d better get moving. It’s after eight already.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Diego followed his brothers outside, and his belly rumbled with hunger. “Let’s discuss it over breakfast.”
“I’ve already eaten,” said Vallen.
“I haven’t, and a second coffee won’t hurt you,” said Diego.
“Coffee sounds good,” agreed Monty.
There was a small café on the first floor. It didn’t make a huge range of food, and it didn’t specialize in breakfast, but right now, Diego didn’t care. He needed to eat fast, and they had to plan how they’d retrieve their evidence without getting themselves arrested.
He ordered a burger and fries, plus three coffees, and then sat down.
“What are we looking for exactly?” he asked.
“Evidence,” said Vallen.
“Very funny. We can’t sit there all day looking through their computers hoping they’ve helpfully labeled a video as, ‘Me smashing up George’s Café,’ can we?”
“Probably not. The lack of time is going to be the killer,” agreed Monty.
Diego’s breakfast arrived, and he started eating, not even bothering to complain when both his brothers stole some of his fries. However, within about fifteen minutes, they’d hammered out a plan, drunk their coffee, and he was almost finished with his burger.
“ Google Maps has these kids living only a block and a half away from each other. Likely they’ve known each other all their lives,” said Vallen.
“I think we should split up. Realistically we won’t get inside until nine fifteen or so, and we need to be out by eleven thirty in case the game finishes early or is dead boring and they decide to leave early. That means it’s going to be impossible to do two properly. The only logical solution is to split up and do them both at the same time,” said Monty.
“No way. That means one of us won’t have someone to watch his back. That’s too risky,” said Vallen.
“Bwmym Wmynd.” Diego swallowed his mouthful of food and tried again. “Brayden Willard.”
“What about Brayden?”
“We’ll ask him to help us. To act as our backup. The Alpha’s been giving his brothers more responsibilities lately. Brayden is just what we need. An extra set of eyes and ears and maybe he’ll have time to look for uploads as well.”
“Maybe.” Vallen looked thoughtful, and Diego wiped his mouth and pushed his empty plate away. He liked both the Alpha’s younger brothers, Favian and Brayden. Those two were only thirteen months apart in age, so they hung around together a lot. But they were four or five years younger than the Alpha, so he was very much the head of their family as well as their Alpha.
“Okay. Diego, you go get Brayden. Monty, you get us an inconspicuous car, and I’ll get a few tools. Meet by the basement elevator in fifteen minutes and bring gloves and balaclavas in case of CCTVs.”
“Gotcha.”
* * * *
Monty remained sitting at the café table, scrolled into the panther’s calendar on his cell phone, and looked at the available vehicles. The brown Ford was unused, so he booked it. He liked that car. It was dusty and dented. It was