Max rejoined them, looking concerned. “We got a problem, lads. The Costello Boys are here. They’re planning on taking our girl tonight.”
The Costello Boys were a ruthless gang from Yonkers. The agents had heard of them and none of the stories made pleasant listening. “You’re shittin’ me,” Tom said next to Jay. “So what do we do?”
"Nothing." They all looked at Nathan in surprise. "There’s some heavy security detail on that key. The Costellos taking her will throw everyone off our scent," he explained.
"I put a tracking device in her hair. We’ll find her wherever they take her." He popped open the champagne and poured each of them a glass. "Let them do the dirty work for us." Jay looked to Max and Tom. It was a smart plan.
Tom blew out a breath in resignation. “This is gonna be fucking messy.” “So be it,” said Max. “Once we get the coordinates we’ll stake out the place, and at dawn, we strike.” “I always love a good old-fashioned beat down,” Jay commented, and they clinked their glasses together.