“Might as well,” Zach agreed. “We can’t do anything more as far as planning goes until I hear back from Grant and Allan.”
“Let’s take Hayley’s car,” Ez said. “It’s nondescript, and since we’ll probably use either my van or Zach’s jeep for the job, we don’t want anyone remembering them because we used them while doing recon.”
Nobody objected, so they left the building, went to where she had parked in the lot next door, and headed out.
* * * *
“Not a hell of a lot of places to set up surveillance,” Zach said as they cruised past the distribution center. It was comprised of two large buildings, each one with dozens of loading bays. There was a broad expanse of pavement between them and the road. A train track ran behind them with a rough area of grass between it and an eight-lane highway. The distribution center had a parking lot that separated it from a two-story warehouse belonging to a national hardware company.