Quaid was in the shower, Kai in the kitchen washing and cutting fruit for his famed power smoothies, Mitch watching the security video screens in the nook across from the dining room. Alyssa, Teague and Cash were in the living room reading to the kids. The house buzzed with activity and burst with the aromas of fresh fruit and spices. “Anything out there?” Kai asked Mitch, slicing the flesh of a mango from its skin. “Not that they can find.” Mitch turned from the screens and sat down at the dining room table, where he had three different laptops set up, each searching different information databases via the web. “But there are three dogs working the property now, so if we missed anyone on the surveillance tapes, we’ll get them with the dogs.” “I don’t think we’ll find anyone else.” Mitch slipped on wire-rimmed reading glasses and asked, “Why’s that?” Kai popped a piece of mango in his mouth. “I’d bet my boss’s plane he’s an asset.” “Asset?” Jessica said.
