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remainder of his time either on or reading his smart phone. The third man sitting at the table was thin with blond hair and high cheekbones. He spent his time alternately on his laptop and looking at his phone. It did not appear that the three men necessarily knew one another.
    “I don’t know, never seen them before. Checketts carried in a briefcase and the other two look empty handed.”
    Just then lights appeared to their left. “Let’s see who else is coming to dinner,” Montgomery said quietly. The blogger put his camera up and zoomed in.
    “So who do we have?” Stroudt asked, letting the binoculars hang around his shoulders, his vision partially blocked by trees.
    “Looks like,” Montgomery moved slightly left and looked through the camera into the cabin and started snapping and then stopped, quietly uttering, “Oh my God!”
    “What?” Stroudt asked urgently.
    “You’re not going to believe this.”
    “What? Tell me,” Stroudt answered, sliding left as well, the binoculars coming to his eyes.
    “It’s Heath Connolly,” Montgomery whispered excitedly.
    “No way.”
    Montgomery simply nodded.
    “Checketts and these other two guys are meeting with Connolly? Five days before the election? Out here in backwater Kentucky?”
    “What have we stumbled onto here?” Stroudt whispered excitedly.
    Montgomery didn’t respond, he simply snapped photos.
    * * *
    Connolly was inside now, Wire thought as she settled into position behind the base of a massive fallen trunk of a large tree. The tree was one of four or five on the ground in her immediate vicinity. All appeared to have recently fallen, probably the result of a strong storm from the summer now long since passed. The position provided her a clear view of the circular drive to the back of the cottage which would allow for the taking of pictures as everyone departed. Two private security guards were standing on the back porch, both with Styrofoam cups in their hands. Wire put the camera to her eyes, zoomed in and took pictures of each. Another man stepped onto the back porch and gave orders, casually waving the men off the porch and walking around the cabin. Wire snapped two photos of the man, who appeared to be in charge of the security.
    Instructions given to the worker bees, the man moved back inside the cabin. And what was going on inside is what interested Wire. However, to see she would need to move to the front of the cottage. She turned to her right, took one careful step and she saw them, perhaps sixty to seventy feet away, camped behind a similar log, already taking photos.
    Wire was really good at this but she wouldn’t be able to get into position on this side of the cabin without being noticed by the two men. Even if she could, if they made a mistake, she’d be caught up in the wash. The car she’d seen in the driveway must belong to those two. They’d beat her to the scene.
    So who were they? Who did they work for? How did
they
know about this meeting? Those were questions Wire wanted to ask, and would, but in a different and safer time and place. She had the license plate and would track them down. However, for now, unless all she wanted was pictures as the meeting participants walked in and then out the back door, she needed another option.
    Wire turned her gaze to the property on the opposite side to the north of the cottage. The topography of the land was not promising as it ran down away from the cottage, although she could make out what looked like another cabin perhaps a hundred feet north of the Hitch place. She carefully moved back to her left ten feet to get a better look. The cabin was older and much smaller, but was two stories with a steep pitched roof. The peak of the roof looked to be just slightly above the height of the main level of Hitch’s. If she could get up on top of that roof, she might be able to see into the cabin from the other side. Wire slid the night vision glasses back on and started carefully moving back