Full Black

CHAPTER 49

The house Nicholas had found for Harvath had been foreclosed on and would be going to auction at the end of the month. “It should be coming up on your right,” he said over Harvath’s earbud.

“I see it,” Harvath replied as he rolled past. The house was located in Monterey Park, just east of downtown Los Angeles.

“How’s the line of sight?” Nicholas asked from back in Reston.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.”

Harvath maintained his speed as he passed Tariq Sarhan’s house. It was three houses up on the left. Harvath had seen it before arriving by using Google Street View. It was a single-story ranch with a high wooden privacy fence that ran the length of the front. There was no light from inside.

“It’s going to be tough,” he said to Nicholas once he had driven past. “We’re not going to see anything over that fence. Not unless I can plant one of the remote cameras somewhere.”

“You’ve got two with you. You could put one on the front and another on the back.”

Harvath looked at his watch. It was already after 4:00 a.m. The sun would be coming up in less than three hours. He didn’t want to get near the target house until he had had a chance to study it better. “I think I’d better get set up at my new digs first.”

Making a right turn at the end of the street, Harvath drove several blocks over and then doubled back.

Parking around the corner from the house he was going to occupy, he popped his trunk and removed a heavy backpack. Closing the lid, he locked the car and got ready for the hardest part of his entry. He was going to approach the foreclosed property from behind, but to do so he was going to have to cut through four backyards. He prayed none of the homes had dogs.

Slinging the pack over his shoulders, he stepped onto the sidewalk and cut across the lawn of the first house.

There were motion lights near the garage, so he chose to go around the other side. At the gate to the backyard, he stopped and readied his Taser. The last thing he wanted to do was to Tase some poor dog that was just doing its job and protecting its territory, but there was no other way for him to get where he needed to go undetected.

After looking over the fence for any telltale signs of animals, he quietly rattled the gate and waited. Nothing happened. Lifting the latch, he pushed the gate partway open and slipped into the yard. He stayed away from the house, hugging the property line, and moved quickly.

In the far corner, he crouched low, scratched at the fence, and waited. When no dog came to investigate, he boosted himself up and over. He repeated the process two more times until he reached the final fence separating him from the foreclosed property. Fortunately, he hadn’t encountered any dogs.

Leaping the final fence, he landed in a backyard untended and overgrown with weeds. He moved rapidly to the rear of the house and peered through a kitchen window. All of the appliances were gone and there was garbage strewn across the floor. At the back door, he removed a lock-pick gun and a thin, spring steel tensioning wrench.

Sliding the tensioning wrench into the lock, he applied pressure and then inserted the pick gun. As he clicked the gun, the pick struck the pins inside the lock and knocked them upward. With each click, he applied a little more pressure to the wrench, causing the plug to catch the top pins. Seconds later, the door was unlocked and Harvath slipped inside.

He did a quick sweep of the first floor. Unoccupied homes that had gone into foreclosure had become frequent targets of squatters.

Looking around, he saw that the house had been absolutely trashed. There were large holes punched through the walls, most of the fixtures had been stripped out, and it looked as if even the copper pipes had been taken.

Once he was confident that the first floor was clean, he retraced his steps and set up a battery-powered MSensor wireless perimeter security system. If anyone else entered the house, he’d be alerted instantly.

Moving back to the stairs, he headed up to the second floor. There was a small room above the garage that promised to provide the best view of Sarhan’s.

The upstairs was in an even worse state of disrepair than the first floor. As Harvath quickly checked out each room to make sure it was unoccupied, he marveled at the damage. He couldn’t begin to understand the mind of someone who would strip a house bare and vandalize it so totally on his way out. It was just something he could never picture himself doing.

At the end of the hall, he found the room he was looking for and stepped inside. It wasn’t any better than the other rooms on that floor, but it wasn’t any worse, and compared to a lot of the hides he had holed up in around the world to do surveillance, this one was pretty nice. It wasn’t the Ritz, but there were no bugs and no snakes. Plus, he had a roof over his head. All things considered, he had it pretty good.

Removing the clean cell phone he had brought with him, he texted a quick message back to Nicholas and the Old Man: I’m in.

He then took a small headlamp from his pack, affixed a red filter, and slipped it on. The lamp provided just enough light to see by, but not enough to be noticed by anyone from outside.

Unpacking his equipment, he laid it all out methodically on the floor. He had brought everything he thought he might need that would fit in his pack. In addition to the perimeter security system and the two wireless cameras Nicholas had mentioned, there was an infrared-capable digital video camera, infrared-capable still digital camera, a laser microphone, lightweight tripods, a night vision monocular, and several other small pieces of equipment.

He was also carrying a laptop with a filtered screen so it wouldn’t give off too much light in the darkened house. It was set up to stream the feeds back to Nicholas’s SCIF via cellular network or satellite. Harvath powered it up and was pleased to see the signal was quite good.

The home’s previous residents had destroyed everything except the window treatments. Though the ones in this room were old and soiled, Harvath was happy to have them. After turning on his monocular, he balanced it on the base of the window frame and pulled back the curtain partway.

He could see Sarhan’s home, but in addition to the privacy fence there was a tree, which blocked a significant portion of the sight line. The laser mic worked by being beamed through a window at something inside, such as a picture on a wall, that would vibrate as people spoke. Harvath could already tell they weren’t going to get any audio. And until he figured out whether it was worth the risk to get close enough to the house to plant his two remote cameras, he wasn’t going to be getting any decent video either. The only things he had a halfway decent view of were the street and Sarhan’s driveway.

Pulling back from the window, he turned off his monocular and assembled the equipment. After everything had been camouflaged and positioned in the window just the way he wanted it, he checked the image quality on his laptop and then began streaming the feeds back to Reston.

He had worked out a shift schedule with Nicholas so that there would always be a set of eyes on the house. In the morning, the little man would covertly reestablish the home’s power. They had decided to wait until daylight in case any of the lights had been left on. The last thing they wanted to do was advertise that the home was suddenly occupied.

Sliding a Cliff Bar from his pack, Harvath leaned back against the wall and tried to make himself comfortable. There was no telling how long he would be here.