A soft chime echoed through his headphones. Download complete.
He hesitated, his cursor hovering over the play button. The cafe was empty except for the bored teenager behind the counter, whose face was washed out by the blue light of a smartphone. Elias pressed play.
"I'm at the crossing," the voice whispered. "Six-six-seven-four. Look for the white gate, Elias. The one with the broken latch. I can see the porch light from here."