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“You made mine a couple of hours ago,” he retorted with a wink.
“Ha, ha, very funny.”
“Those wads of money and the tracker will be smuggled into his house, then turned back on,” he said as they sat back down. “He would have been confused and angry when the signal stopped. When he sees it pop up, and he discovers the cash is right under his nose, his curiosity will push him to find it. I’ll be waiting.”
“What if he doesn’t take the bait?”
“He won’t be able to stop himself, that’s just human nature.”
“Where will you be putting the money and the tracker?”
“In the servants quarters. It’s easy for me to access. My only concern is the location. It’s on the ground floor. There are too many windows and doors for my liking, and if he has a hidden escape route that’s probably where it will be. If something goes belly up I don’t want it easy for him to reach.”
“I have a suggestion,” she murmured thoughtfully, “though it’s a long shot. At his mansion in Los Angeles there was a separate area he used for special visitors, kind of like a VIP section. He called it his private quarters. I used to play hostess, so I was one of the few who stepped through those forbidden doors, although,” she said, taking a breath, “I also heard it was where he interrogated people.”
“What’s your point?”
“If he had this exclusive area in his home in Los Angeles, he probably has it here. If he does, and you can place the tracker and the money in there, that would really freak him out.”
“He does!” Scott declared. “Conchello renovated the home when he bought it. We have the plans, and according to my people working for the catering companies, there is a VIP area.”
“He boasted to me once about the layout of the rooms and how important it was,” she said excitedly. “Maybe they’re the same.”
“The plans are on the computer. Grab your coffee.”
“What about the dishes?”
He laughed.
“You can be such a woman sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?” she quipped, picking up her mug and following him as he strode into the hall.
“No comment,” he replied, still grinning as they reached the security room and he punched in the code.
Walking in and hurrying to the desk, Scott powered up the machine and opened the file.
“How many floors does his house have?” Elizabeth asked.
“Two, but it has very high ceilings and he added a mezzanine.”
“That’s it! His private quarters at the mansion were in a custom built mezzanine. The parties took place on the ground floor, and two of his thugs would be stationed at the bottom of the stairs on either side of a red velvet rope.”
“Here’s the layout of the mezzanine in his house here. Does it look similar?”
Leaning forward, Elizabeth studied the drawings.
“Wow, it’s identical. The large circular room in the middle leads into four separate rooms. That’s the only way into them, they have no other doors.”
“That’s weird, but nothing Conchello does should surprise me. Are they bedrooms?”
“No, there’s a BDSM Dungeon, a dining room where a buffet is set up, and his pharmacy.”
“His pharmacy?”
“That’s where he doles out his goodies. It was a prime target the night of the raid, though I’m sure it would have been emptied.”
“What about the fourth?”
