Nash nodded and glanced back at the screen. “If we do it right, we can smuggle some weapons in at the same time. That way there isn’t a chance of us getting caught bringing them in for the party.”
The men all nodded.
“And now’s an excellent time to go in.” Nash pointed to the screen where a white delivery van was driving through the black-iron gates. “I’ll go in as a deliveryman.”
“I have a batch of tiny surveillance cameras,” Bastian said. “They’re easy to plant, hard to detect, and they’ll piggyback off his wi-fi.” He smiled. “I also have a tiny hacker bug. If you plant it close to his router, we might just be able to hack his system from the inside.”
I stepped forward. “I’m coming with you.”
Nash’s face hardened.
“This ismymission, Nash. I need to be a part of it.”
His mouth flattened.
“I want to help plant the cameras. I’ll stay with you, I won’t do anything crazy, but I’m coming and I’m helping.”
Beside Nash, Bastian smiled. “I’ll pull some strings. Find a delivery due today that you can do. Going in as a couple will be good cover.”
Nash shot him a narrow stare.
Bastian held out his hands. “I’m sure his security will be on the lookout for a lone woman. And a big, grumpy guy who clearly looks like he was in the military might get extra attention from the security guards.”
Nash looked back at me, then sighed. “Fine.”
I beamed up at him.
I bounced a little in the seat of the delivery van as Nash slowed. We were approaching the front gate to Snyder’s mansion.
They were tall, made of black iron, and as ostentatious as the rest of his residence. The man wouldn’t know class if it kicked him in the head.
I bounced again. The suspension in the van sucked.
We were both wearing navy coveralls and ball caps. Both had the logo for the Divine Elegance florist on them. Someone there had owed Bastian a favor.
I saw a security guard with a clipboard wave us to a stop.
Nerves winged through me, but I tried to look calm. Today, I wore a curly, blonde wig. The curls were escaping from under my cap. I also had some latex prosthetic stuff on my cheeks that Nash had given me. It changed the shape of my jawline.
He lowered the window. “Got a delivery of flowers. Divine Elegance florist.”
The guard checked the clipboard. A second guard circled the truck, and I heard them open the back doors. I knew he’d be staring at the loads of flowers in giant urns packed into the back.
The tiny cameras I planned to plant were in my bra. The cameras were so small. Bastian clearly liked his high-tech toys. The weapons Nash had brought were already tucked deep into the center of the flower arrangements.
Finally, the guard nodded. “Go around back. The flowers are all being set up by the pool.”
With a nod, Nash drove on.
We were in.
I stared at the house and my throat tightened. Viv had lived here for a while.
While it was overblown for my tastes, it was grand. A modern palace. But for Viv, it had become a prison.
Nash parked. “Ready?”
I tugged on the bill of my cap and nodded.
