All three slid Glocks into their ankle holsters before checking their primary weapons. After grabbing their go-bags, they entered Luciano’s six-car garage.
Like his cousins, Carrera was dressed in black, his body armor beneath his tight black shirt.
“Teddy, vest?” Luciano asked.
“Duh,” Teddy bit out. “Just because I neverusedto shut off my phone doesn’t mean I’m not in body armor. I’m not stupid.”
The annoyance in Teddy’s voice had Carrera placing a hand on his shoulder.
“We want you safe, bro,” Carrera said before getting behind the wheel of Luciano’s SUV.
Luciano rode shotgun. As Teddy climbed in the back, he mumbled something in Italian under his breath.
Carrera headed down the tree-lined private road to the front gates. They swung open, and Carrera drove through the upscale neighborhood with the headlights off. Once on the main road, he flipped on the lights. Though he could not wait to take this monster out, he took his time getting to their destination.
“G-ma drives faster than you,” Teddy said from the back seat.
Luciano chuckled. “Youcouldgo a little faster.”
“I’m driving five miles over the speed limit,” Carrera said.
“You know, people get pulled over for going too slow,” Teddy said.
“Speaking of G-ma, she’s got a birthday this week,” Carrera said.
“Eighty-five,” Luciano added.
“Damn, that’s up there,” Teddy added. “I thought she was younger, like sixty or somethin’. I mean, still old, but notancient.”
The men fell silent as Carrera jumped on the beltway, then onto I-95 north. An hour later, he drove into the older suburban Maryland neighborhood and past Glazer’s house.
A light was on in the front room and another upstairs.
“We gotta kill the lights,” Luciano said.
“I’ll take the basement and kill the breaker while I’m there,” Teddy said.
“I’ll cover you,” Luciano said.
“I don’t need?—”
“At the Delaware house, Glazer kept the women holed up in the basement,” Carrera said. “You can’t kill the electricity and watch your six at the same time.”
“Whatever,” Teddy said.
Per their plan, Carrera drove into the empty parking lot of a small neighborhood park. While the area had surveillance cameras, Luciano confirmed those had been disabled hours earlier.
Carrera parked in the shadows, cut the engine. After Teddy opened the hatch, each man pulled on a ski mask, strapped on his helmet equipped with night goggles and a two-way comm, attached the silencer to his Glock, then covered his hands in black gloves.
The sounds of chirping crickets and rustling leaves in the early summer breeze had Carrera inhaling a calming breath.
Tonight was not their first hit. Wouldn’t be their last.
They made their way out of the quiet park and down the street. As they approached Glazer’s, they veered into the backyard. Once there, the men lowered their goggles. Now, Carrera’s world took on a greenish hue. He tried the slider. Locked.
“There’s a door,” Teddy whispered, gesturing to one ten feet away.
Luciano tried the knob. Within seconds, he had a pick inserted into the lock. “Got it.”
