Bryn tossed his cell onto the bed.“Perv.”He fished in his bag for clean clothes, happy not to have to wear a suit.
“We need to get to some industrial area in the south of the city.It’s the third location on the drive.”
Bryn pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved black tee.“How many are there in total?”
“Twelve.”
“Jesus!”
“Yeah.Not great.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Cops are going in at six-thirty.Warden wants us there to identify and question anyone who might be connected to the clinic.”
“Okay.What about Mira?Any word?”
“Warden had her apartment checked out and she’s gone.Smart woman.”
“Good.I don’t want her ending up as collateral damage.”
“Emmett will sort the hotel check-out and I’ve asked one of the security guys to find us some breakfast.”
“So long as it comes with coffee.”Bryn grabbed his boots then followed Gunnar into the lounge area.Giles stepped out of his adjoining room, already dressed in another new suit.He eyed Bryn with unconcealed amusement.
“I assume our morning plans have changed?”Giles asked.“Do you own any jeanswithoutholes in them?”
“No.”Bryn hoped the unsaid ‘fuck off’ was loud and clear.
“PD’s hitting a site linked to the clinic,” Gunnar said.
Giles nodded.“Then don’t let’s keep them waiting.”
Bryn knelt to lace his boots, his fingers working automatically while his mind raced.Twelve manufacturing sites.This has gone way beyond experimental medicine and into mass production.“You think we’ll find anything?”Bryn asked, glancing up at Gunnar.
“If The Hammer’s involved, they’ll have cleared out already.”Gunnar checked his weapon before sliding it into his holster.“He’s bound to have his claws into some dirty cops but we might catch some stragglers.”
“Or evidence they couldn’t move in time,” Giles added, adjusting his cufflinks.“Even the most meticulous operations leave traces.”
Bryn remembered what he’d seen in Ty Brunt’s mind.The unconscious, or maybe dead, men on gurneys, the blood, the furnace.His stomach churned.“I’m still not completely back to normal,” he admitted.“Those reads at the clinic took more out of me than usual.They were close together and it was a pressured situation.”
“Then we’ll control what you have to do,” Gunnar said, frowning.
Giles nodded.“We have other resources and methods of extracting information.”
Bryn eyed him.“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”Giles remained inscrutable but Bryn detected a glint in his eye.
“Speaking of resources,” Gunnar interrupted, tossing a bulletproof vest at Bryn.“Put this on.”
Bryn caught it.“Are we expecting trouble?”
“Always where Russo’s involved.”Gunnar handed another vest to Giles, who accepted it with a slight nod.“And after what you saw in Brunt’s mind…”
“Point taken.”Bryn slipped the vest on over his shirt, adjusting the straps.
“The armored vehicle’s downstairs,” Gunnar continued, checking his phone.“Boston PD sent the coordinates.We’ve got forty minutes to get there for a briefing before the raid starts.”
“Let’s hope traffic’s light.”
