TWENTY-ONE
Sitting next to Dam in his vehicle, it was impossible not to be vigilant when the tension was so high. They needed the handover to go without a hitch. Rowdy needed it. Tulsi and Dam scanned the construction yard, waiting for something to change. Ripp had it a little easier. He was parked a block away with the duct-taped Svana in his trunk. They weren’t taking any chances.
Rowdy was the most important thing to focus on. Once he was safe, they could relax. Before that, they had to assume Merchant planned to screw them over or that something would go wrong.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Dam said.
Incomplete structures and scaffolding stood around a central concrete courtyard. The boards around the perimeter of the site formed a barrier, giving them privacy from anyone who may be p
