"A rescue mission."
"Do we have time for all this planning?" I asked. Time seemed to be of the essence here. "Dalton's going to be sold tomorrow."
"And we can't go in until tonight when the club is open. If we tried anything now, we'd get the cops called on us for sure. If we wait until tonight and go in as a bunch of friends there for a bachelor party, rich friends, we should be able to find your friend and get him out of there without anyone figuring out why we're there."
That might actually work.
"We could call that FBI agent we dealt with when Crosby and Jefferson got married," Burk said. "What was his name?"
"Agent Clark?" Knox asked.
Burke nodded.
"I'd like to try and avoid the FBI if we can. I'm still pissed at them for bringing Wilson in here without checking him out first. He could have killed us all. I think we should keep this in-house for now."
I couldn't argue with that.
"Does Brasov know anything about you?" Crosby asked.
"Um, not that I know of, but I can ask Dalton if he's said anything."
Crosby nodded. "Do that."
I pulled out my phone and began typing. "Have you told Brasov anything about me?"
"No,"Dalton typed right back."I haven't told anyone. Why?"
"Working on a rescue plan."I glanced up. "No, he hasn't said anything to anyone."
Crosby's grin made me nervous.
"Good," Crosby replied. "I'll call down to the club and make a reservation. We want to be seen, and the best way to do that is to toss a lot of money around."
"You'll need a tux, Lancaster," Knox stated. "We have to look the part."
"I have one." I actually had two. Being the in-house counsel for Silver Spoons Inc. meant attending a lot of fundraisers and social functions.
"Ivan and Yuri are going to go in as our bodyguards. Sergei, you'll get there before us and scope out the place. See if you can befriend one of the dancers and get a private lap dance or something, anything that will get you close to the back of the club. I want you to go in and get Lancaster's friend and get him out."
The tall Russian nodded. "Yes, sir."
"We leave at eight o'clock tonight, gentlemen." Knox met everyone's eyes. "I suggest you all make sure you're armed."
I swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. "Armed, sir?"
I didn't own a gun.
Knox stared at me with an intent gaze that made me want to squirm in my seat. "Have you ever fired a weapon, Lancaster?"
"No, sir, but I'm pretty handy with a blade."
"How handy?"
"I can hit what I aim at."
I wasn't about to go bragging that I had a set of perfectly balanced throwing knives that had been a present from my father when I turned eighteen. He didn't like guns. He preferred knives, which were silent and easily hidden in clothing. He started training me before I even learned to walk, and I was quite proficient.
"I'll be ready, sir." I had a nifty set of knives that strapped to my wrist under my suit sleeve at that very moment. They were hardly noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for.
