The car doors quietly close, and the soft click and slide of weapons reach my ears.
"My father's men."
I really don't need to take in either friend's expression at that.
Personally, I'd prefer getting my own people, but time is short, and I want this done. Besides, as much as I hate it, I already owe my father big time for this fuck-up in losing Lyndall, so it's not like the IOUs aren't already stacking up.
He wants his men here. And they know they can't fail.
Not if they want to live.
I look around. The foliage-rich property works both ways with an ambush.
Dom won't see us coming until it's too late, and we run the risk of being hit with a surprise assault.
"Here." Cade hands me the maps and blueprints they'vehacked on his phone. He's layered them, and I can easily see where the alarms are. "We've disarmed them remotely."
Silas shakes his head. "Amateur hour. Can we trust them?"
"With our secrets? Not a fucking chance. With this? Yes. It's Lyndall."
Cade nods. "And I've got feelers out for Lola, but she doesn't have her phone. I'm betting she gave it away."
"How do you know?" I ask.
Silas and Cade exchange a look. "The deep tracker? It's on the move in Manhattan."
I look up from Cade's phone and hand it back. "I mean, how do you know she doesn't have it?"
"Because it doesn't track. She hasn't gone to her apartment?—"
"She might think I'm waiting."
But Silas is waiting like the annoying part of a double act. "She's too smart for that, and you fucking know it. Otherwise, your panties wouldn't be twisting over her. You'd have either kept it in your pants or done her and moved on. But no...you're?—"
"Enough." Cade slides back into the conversation. "She's smart, and the phone doesn't track with the movements she had before, but they're tracking like clockwork. She gave it away and got herself a burner. I've got my computer, so when this is done, I can cross-reference footage from CCTV in an ever-widening area."
I want to snap because that would take days, but this is Cade, and he's got this covered. He has software and hacks that are smart.
If she's poking her nose in public, then...we'll find her.
"No, stay here and do that, and keep watch for Dom's backup.Ifhe calls it."
With that, Silas and I lead the way.
One of Dad's men, Carlos, motions to the gates, but Silas holds up his phone, nodding.
He and Cade have taken down the alarms, and I'm betting any CCTV.
I nod back.
The schematics are in my head, and while Silas and Dad's men take the battle to Dom's men, gunfire raining down, I slide around the side through the back.
There's a bedroom tucked away and a place to park, say, a getaway vehicle.
The room is off storage and the kitchen, and it's the perfect storm of windowless and near a place of household traffic.
The working men will drop by for coffee or a soda. The door is perfect for getting deliveries and for coming and going if you want to do it on the down low.
