“What is the world coming to when the freaking mob aren't even safe in the comfort of their own hotel rooms?” Castello deadpanned. “What’s this got to do with us?”
“The suspects are the Diamond mob,”Cade said,“The house they
hit was a rental, not a hotel. The deceased were ID'ed as henchmen forthe Bracaloni crime family in Chicago.”
“I’m still not getting why this involves us?” Castello muttered, “We go after ex-military personnel who are now playing on the wrong side of the law. Those dudes are the wrong height and size to be our target.”
“Because—”
“Can you rewind the tape?” Zack interrupted.
“It’s not a tape, it’s— you know what?” Sage moved the mouse back to the video footage window and hit play. “Never mind.”
“What did you see, Zack?” Castello already knew this was gonna be a big steaming heap of cow shit by the look on his second’s face. Zack was not freaking happy.
“They were using military hand signals.”
“The fuck?” Castello frowned at the screen, stepping slightly to one side to make sure his big frame didn’t block Zack’s view.
“One of them is a SEAL, maybe all of them.”
“How can you be so sure of that?”Cade asked, his head tilted to one side as if he was studying the men on the video again.
“I know one of those guys.” Zack scrubbed his hand down over his face.
“Damn it.”
“You can tell who they are from their body language and hand signals?”
Connor asked.
“Yup,” Castello understood where Zack was coming from, hand signals were like handwriting, everyone had their own style and quirks. “Who is it?”
“The one covering to the left on entry is Marc Colgan.”
“I’ll pull him up.”Cade’s hands flew over the keyboard and within seconds an image appeared on Sage’s laptop screen.“All right, let's seewhat we have here. Umm, he has one hell of a stellar record. You surethis is our guy?”He questioned Zack.
“Yeah.” Zack pulled out his cell, scrolling through the numbers looking for the one he wanted, his finger hovering over it. He looked to Castello for orders. “I’m sure.”
Castello shook his head, silently telling Zack to wait. “There's nothing in his history, either from before or during SEALs, that suggests he’s the kind of guy to get involved in breaking and entry, even if the target is involved in organized crime or drugs, weapons, and all the shit that goes with it.”
“He’s a stand-up dude,” Zack agreed, “I can’t see him pulling shit like
this, yet, there he is.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the screen.
“You sure, Zack?” Sawyer nudged him with his elbow, “Sure enough to call him on it?”
“Trust me. That’s Colgan.” Zack growled. “I’d fucking know those hand signals anywhere, because I fucking taught them to him.”
Damn, Castello could see the rage building behind Zack’s eyes. Knew he was pissed, that tiny tick in the side of his cheek a dead freaking giveaway.
Sage clicked through the file Cade had sent him, using the intel he found there to do a routine search for any police reports. “Shit, look at this, a member of Colgan’s SEAL team, Danny Hernández, was shot and killed a couple of weeks ago while walking out of a bar.” Sage ignored the swearing from his team members and continued, “The police report says it was collateral damage from what is believed to have been gang-related activity.”
“No fucking way was Danny H involved in gangs.” Zack told them.
“That has to be a complete coincidence.” He pushed aside the fact that he hadn’t heard about his former teammate’s death. That was a funeral he should have gone to, damn it.
“Either way,” Castello frowned, trying to figure out why they hadn’t heard about it on the grapevine. Word of a Special Forces Member being gunned down on the streets in his hometown, should have sent shockwaves through the tight knit community. “This will have caused one hell of a clusterfuck, why haven’t we heard about it before?”
