“They land at Dulles and they disappear,” Sin added.
“We know they’re working for The Bomb Maker,” Luciano said, “or they’ve got some kind of partnership with him.”
The conversation continued while Luciano’s frustration grew. The men’s faces plastered on the laptop were the latest in the growing number of internationally-wanted men who were entering the country without anyone giving them a second glance.
“I’ve asked a few trusted people about The Bomb Maker,” Sin said. “No one knows much. He works alone?—”
The elevator doors opened and Jericho’s younger sister Georgia rolled out a food cart. Luciano closed Jericho’s laptop.
One by one, Georgia set down their entrees, but her gaze kept jumping to Teddy. “Can I get anyone anything?”
Luciano regarded his brother who appeared unaware that a pretty woman was checking him out. Teddy pushed out of his chair, raked his hands through his long hair, and began pacing.
“Is he okay?” Georgia asked.
“No,” Carrera replied. “He’s insane.”
The group laughed, but Georgia was too busy staring at Teddy to pay them any attention. She pushed the empty cart out of the way, topped off their water goblets, said goodbye to Teddy, and left.
“Teddy, she’s cute, don’t you think?” Luciano asked.
Teddy stopped pacing, stared at him. “Who, Georgia? Yeah, she’s super-hot. I have an idea. I need photos of everyone on the No-Fly list.”
Carrera got busy on his laptop. Seconds later, he said, “I sent it over.”
“I’ll scrub this against the men we think got in,” Teddy said.
“A lot of them are stopping at Heathrow,” Luciano said. “They might use the same passport or they could be swapping out their first one for a different one.”
“It’s a fucked-up world,” Jericho said.
“And we’re in the center of it,” Sin added.
“After you scrub that list, send me the ones youknoware here,” Luciano said.
Teddy nodded before he dug into his steak. After chewing and swallowing, he guzzled his beer, then glanced at each of them. “Aren’t you eating? I’m starving.”
The men raised their wine glasses. “Let’s get it done,” Luciano said.
Thirty-minutes later, the meeting had ended, their meals finished. Luciano shook everyone’s hand, except Teddy who pulled him in for a bro-hug.
“I love you, Lulu,” Teddy said. “Sorry about earlier. I like Simone. She’s cool. Foxy too.”
“Teddy—”
“Relax, I’m not gonna say how I met her.”
“How did you meet her?” Jericho asked.
“Lulu had his face between her legs, and I interrupted.”
A chorus of laughter echoed through the wine cellar.
Luciano bit back a smile. “Teddy, why can’t you be discreet?”
Teddy chuckled. “It’s funny. It’s not like they’ve never had sex before.”
Georgia appeared with several desserts on a rolling cart.
