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Frank inclined his head. He pulled the blanket off the child and it was clear to see that there was a bomb strapped to his chest. “Let’s try this again,” Frank said. “I will start with the supposition that we don’t trust one another. I don’t trust you to give me good information. I don’t trust you to let me leave here alive. You don’t trust me not to kill your nephew. Such a cruel world it is when we don’t trust one another, wouldn’t you agree?”

Fuck. I know what’s going to happen, and I hate this shit.

Ryker looked over at Nolan. He was their expert when it came to demolitions. Would he be able to disarm this fucker, because there wasn’t a chance in hell that they could trust Frank to disarm it remotely. Nolan’s eyes flickered. Ryker took that as a yes.

“Take the bomb off my nephew immediately,” Kaan demanded.

“Not until you tell me where Mehmat and Hamza have the three Americans stashed. Once you tell me that, and I have my hands on them, then I will remotely disarm the bomb.”

“I will do something better, I will just have them meet you with the three Americans. I will arrange a meeting place,” Kaan said desperately.

The boy began to cry again, but this time there was no singing. Frank shook him…hard. “Shut up!” he yelled into the boy’s face.

The boy quit squirming and Frank turned back to Kaan.

“Foolish old man. You’ll just set us up to be ambushed. Tell me where they are, and I will take care of the rest.”

“I could be wrong, I’m not one hundred percent sure where they are,” Kaan protested.

“Then you better get sure. I will leave you a number where you can reach me. If you find out some new information, feel free to give it to me. But in the meantime, tell me where they are!”

“They use the old tool and die manufacturing plant outside of Batman that closed down a few years ago.”

“Where the hell is that?” Frank demanded to know.

“Linc, shoot out the tires on the two sprinters. Leave them with only the truck.”

“Wait, Linc,” Gideon chimed in. “Are you sure that all of the vehicles are clear?” he asked over the comm system.

“No. Somebody could still be hiding in the back of the truck or either of the two sprinters.”

“Damn,” Gideon responded.

“Why?” Kostya asked.

“I was going to have him throw his phone under the driver’s seat, then I’d be able to track him in case you lose him.”

“Tell me where it is!” Frank shouted again.

Ryker looked down at Kaan and saw that he was listing in his chair. Great, he was going to pass out from the drugs. Now wasn’t the time. Ryker reached out and grabbed his shoulder, sinking his fingers into his neck. “Tell him where the tool plant is in Batman,” Ryker growled.

“It’s north of the city. Take Batman Bitlis Hwy and go past the Aquapark, then you’ll see it,” he whispered.

“What the fuck did he say? I couldn’t hear him.”

“He said, it’s north of the city and you need to take the Batman Bitlis Hwy and go past the Aquapark.”

“What’s the fucking address?” Frank yelled out.

“Don’t you have fucking Google?” Ryker yelled back. “He’s given you what you want, now give us the boy.”

“I should have my men annihilate you.”

“Yep, that sounds like a great idea. We’ll just all have a great big shootout. We all end up dead. That’s why you planted a bomb on the kid in the first place, because you wanted to die in this courtyard. So now to go with the tiny pee-pee and the outsized balls, you’ve got shit for brains,” Ryker sneered.

“Take it easy,” Kostya warned him. “The minute you get the kid clear of Frank, we’re taking the shot.”

But Frank only laughed. “You have no idea. Now get over here and take the kid from my arms,” he demanded.