“Or at least a little of it. Our people found out exactly who is tailing us up here.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Who?” “The Eebs,” she said. Molly came in and frowned severely at what they were doing. Granted, the place was kind of a mess after the FBI and cops got done, but still. She was probably as used to the place as I was. “Sounds like the Scoobies, only less distinctive.” Martin shook his head. “Esteban and Esmerelda Batiste,” he clarified. “One of the husband-wife teams the Red Court uses for fieldwork.”
