"You remember that Easter game Da took his guards to back in 2012? Knicks vs. Bulls?"
"How the fuck do you remember that?" Brennan rumbled, but in the background, I heard the undeniable sound of a gun being loaded.
"Had to listen to him crow about it for months. You forget, he used to talk to me not just beat me up like he did with the rest of you."
The unmissable click of a flick knife sounded in my ear before Declan hissed under his breath. "No arguing with that."
"Anyway, the Knicks were playing to make sure they had a chance at getting into the playoffs. The Bulls were conference leaders, and they were making it known. Melo drained three and took them to OT. They beat their asses with one point to spare. It was a big deal." Jonesy was circling around the wastewater treatment plant. Attention on that, I muttered, "I got them tickets made of brass to commemorate the night. Told ‘em how much Da appreciated them, and how much I appreciated them. Told them the story, and that was that."
"They believed you?" Finn asked.
"Yup." I thought they had, anyway.
Time would tell.
The pinhead that was Jonesy stopped pulsing and my heart almost fucking did too.
Zooming in on him via satellite, I saw he was driving a pick-up truck.
Thanking God that I hadn’t tracked their vehicles but the men themselves, I started taking photos, trying to see if I could get a look inside.
No dice.
"What are you doing, Kid? Send us a location. We’ll be on our way," Brennan ordered.
"I don’t want to send you the wrong address," I mumbled, switching from the satellite as I hacked into the traffic cams, thanking God for the asshole mayors who’d made East New York the most surveilled neighborhood in all three boroughs.
Watching him drive down Knapp Street, I chanted, "Come on, come on."
A couple minutes later, he turned left into a driveway.
"Gotcha," I rasped and, as the gates opened and he drove onto the compound, I sent them all the coordinates then mused out loud, "I think it’s a fishing dock. Or the front is that. It’s near the marina.
"Eoghan, do you know the area?"
"I do. I’ll get into the wastewater plant. That’s the tallest building around there. I’ll hit you up for security passes when I’m at the gates, Conor."
"I’ll work on it," I concurred, my fingers sliding over the keyboard again as I worked to get him the ‘key’ he’d need.
"Game plan?" Declan demanded as the whirring of elevator doors sounded in the background.
I heard a kiss, then an unhappily whispered, "Be safe, Brennan. I love you," from Camille.
Finn said, "Aidan’s friendlier with the Russians than us—"
"You spoke with Maxim at Christmas, Brennan," I pointed out.
"I watched as Aidan spoke with them," he disregarded. "But I’ll contact the Pakhan. Aidan told me the Don said he’s in fucking Moscow though."
"We wade in there and cause shit, we’re starting a war with the Russians," Finn warned, his feet clicking against what sounded like concrete. I heard the squeal of tires a few minutes later.
"I’ll deal with that," Brennan muttered. "By the time we’re at the dock, I’ll have it cleared."
"We get in and we get out," Declan stated.
"Agreed. I’ll pick out anyone who tries to fuck with that," Eoghan vowed.
"What about Jonesy?" Finn questioned.