Chapter 5“Boss, I gotta talk to you.”
Two days had passed since the night of their stakeout. Boz had been busy, Jake knew. Still he missed the other man more than he cared to admit.
Jake turned to the speaker, recognized the man as Jorge Castillo, one of his best journeymen. They’d worked together on a couple of jobs in Texas, and Jake respected the other man’s skill and integrity. Right now, the Latino wore a worried frown, and his posture almost yelled distress.
“What’s the problem, Jorge? We haven’t lost any more equipment, have we?”
The other man shook his head. “No. I think not anyway. I maybe know where some of it went, though. I hate so bad to say this. Felipe is my nephew, and I vouched for him, my kid sister’s boy. He came out from California and needed a job he said. So I bri
