"What did you find?" I asked, settling into one of the kitchen chairs while Evelyn moved closer to hear Anthony's response more clearly.
"It took longer than I'd hoped," Anthony's voice crackled through the phone's speaker. "When you retreated back to the apartment, the assassination team went deep underground. No communications, no movement patterns we could track, complete radio silence. But we eventually managed to trace them back to their staging area."
I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. Like he was just done solving a particularly challenging puzzle through methodical detective work.
"The good news is we've identified their base of operations. It's a local school called Hudson Heights Educational Academy. Private institution, about three hundred students, mixed elementary and high school programs."
