Once out of sight from Bowden, the four women got to their feet and Teri and Jazz followed the Americans Indian file along a succession of sheep paths until at last they neared the old Bogle Burn road: "we're parked down there," said Crystal; "this is closed to cars!" protested Teri, but Crystal waved the comment away as academic and beneath her, "where there's a will there's a way," and leading them down the path between hedges towards where an old, presumably US Army surplus, Jeep was parked at the side of the road: "the advantage of that," said Crystal, pointing at it, "is we don't have to stick to roads," at which Teri bridled: "don't farmers have something to say about that?" she asked, indignant at the cavalier attitude, "what about the livestock?" and Crystal laughed: "hey, I'm a city girl, meat comes from the super-mart or deli, pre-cut, I probably wouldn't recognise a cow from a chow or a pig from an aardvark, but hey, I'm forgetting my manners," and she formally introduced herself and Flora, then before Jazz could reciprocate, said: "and you are Special Agent Jasmine Juniper-Green of the Scottish Secret Service and you," she hesitated for a beat, "are Theresa Somerville, I read you on QQ and Flora's got a stack of your articles on the Borders from the Library Service, we've done all the tourist stuff, but now that MacFarlane and Doubleday are back on the streets, our focus is gonna be on them!" and as they approached the Jeep, Jasmine asked: "how did you know they were at that cottage?" and Crystal laughed: "maybe I could espouse some superior psychic power we brought from the future, but truth to tell, we had a tip-off that the case might collapse, so were ready for them coming out of the Court House and put a drone up to find out where they'd go; we've got a couple more in a van so when one's running low, the guys bring it down and put another up," at which Teri and Jazz exchanged glances: "the guys? are they from the Consul-General?" asked Jasmine, but Crystal laughed again: "heck, no! everything's deniable, the drones are from the Czech Republic, commercial, for surveying and traffic monitoring and the guys are UK citizens, licensed, all kosher, working under contract for the SBC, even got the jump-suits; I don't think the Targets will be moving any time soon, but the guys will keep us in the loop, and they're streaming the video from the drone to us in real time – Flora and I just wanted to see them for ourselves and then you two happened along, you're both on our greeting list but this kinda happenstance encounter is a good sign, rather than making formal calls and arranging meets – oh, Jasmine, I sent Sam a message so he knows we've met you and you're probably coming back to our place, he's arranging for someone to pick up your car from Bowden Kirk, that okay? is he some kinda fatherkin to you? he sounds like he really cares – you better fasten your seat-belts, ladies, and hold onto your hats, this could be a bareknuckle ride!"