The dawn air was thick with mist as Angela approached the mill, her breath forming small clouds in the cold. The street vendors Marcus had mentioned weren't yet setting up their stalls.
She'd left the safe house at 5:15am, giving herself time to scout the perimeter before the meeting. Marcus and his people were already in position, scattered around the mill in locations they'd identified during their midnight area scout. She couldn't see them, which meant they were doing their job correctly.
Angela's phone showed 5:47am now, thirteen minutes until Jonathan was supposed to arrive. She positioned herself near a stack of the wall about thirty yards from the entrance, close enough to see but far enough to run if necessary. Her hand rested on the small can of pepper spray in her jacket pocket, the only weapon she'd brought along with her.
Marcus's voice crackled softly in the earpiece he'd given her. "We have eyes on you. Rooftop positions report no movement yet. Stay alert."
