“You were happy there?”
“Yes.” She was clearly uncomfortable.
I wanted to ask how often she saw Lilly, but that might appear as a dig at her motherhood skills.
The sounds of a helicopter reached my ears.
“That’s them leaving,” Michael piped up.
“Show me.” I pressed a finger to the map. “Here?”
“Yeah,” he said.
From the coordinates, it looked like it would be a reasonable drive in their jeep, perhaps crossing challenging terrain—or half a day on foot.
The location and clearance size for a helicopter had just been answered by that chopper. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I watched the yellow Bell 205A-1 fly off.
A Bell could perform high-altitude lifting missions, which meant they were about to commence building.
I broke my gaze away so as not to arouse suspicion.
“How far along are they with construction?” I asked.
“They’ve flattened the land,” Michael answered.
“So, if they’re stopped now, nature can reclaim it?”
I watched Michael swap a hopeful glance with Reese.
Reese gave a nod. “Minimal damage would have been done.”
Making a note of the coordinates, I pointed in that direction. “Show me their base.”
“You need to see it?” asked Reese.
I gave a shrug. “My team will need as much info as possible.”
“You’ll help, then?” asked Michael.
“I have a few ideas.” I watched their reaction. “Do they have security overnight?”
“No,” she said. “Not as far as we can tell.”
I read her concerned expression. “A problem?”
She hesitated. “We were served with a restraining order. Can’t go within one hundred feet of the outer rim.”
“Your involvement is being litigated?” I asked.
Her team had probably sabotaged their base, or at least tried to make construction difficult.
“Lotte and I can go alone,” I said.
“We can all go first thing tomorrow,” said Reese, seemingly not willing to let us out of her sight. “Before they arrive in the morning.”
“Can you stop them?” asked Michael.
“Possibly,” said Lotte. “But whatever we do must be within the law.”