Well, fuck.
“For real?” I grin.
“Yup.” He nods and looks ahead. “Might have to edit some of your chatter out.”
I snort.
“So, can we move in now?”
“Wait for Ryder and the team so we have backup. You two work out how you’re going to get in. I need to not...I need to be out of the loop. Not hear a thing. Capiche?”
He’s not Italian.
He reaches to turn up the stereo. “Can’t hear anything.”
“Neither can we,” I turn it down a bit, and Josh chuckles.
“Let’s go...take a lunch break.” Grayson taps my shoulder, and we both hop out.
“Shit. So, just the two of us?”
I glance at my watch. “Ryder will be here in about two minutes.”
The trunk opens, and we both glance at Josh, who is singing loudly inside the vehicle. He winds down the windows. “Help yourself to some...sandwiches.”
“Thanks, Hawke. I’ll take a BLT. Blow Like Thunder.”
“Yeah, you need to work on that.” Grayson nods, his dark glasses giving him that tough guy look. “Not your best work.”
“Best I could come up with on the spot.” I laugh, and we walk to the back of the SUV and study the equipment and weapons stacked inside the custom-made case.
“This will do nicely.” Grayson grabs a couple of knives and starts sliding them into places on his body, while I take another handgun and a black balaclava.
In another minute we’re packed and ready to go.
A vehicle pulls up. Ryder and Miles climb out.
“Boys.”
“Hey.”
Ryder heads to the driver’s side to speak to Josh. His eyes dart over to me as I wait. Then he nods and rips off his baseball cap and joins us at the end of the SUV and grabs some weapons.
No questions.
He knows how this goes.
Miles circles the SUV and tugs open the passenger door.
“Who’s taking lead?” Ryder asks.
“Me.” I glance at the house. “We go over the fence at the far end of the section and in through the staff entrance.”
Grayson and Ryder nod their agreement.
Josh climbs out of the vehicle and leans his ass against it, back to us. “Enjoy your lunch.”
“What lunch?” Miles glances back and forth between us.