Breakfast was a quiet affair. Mark and Paul fixed it, waiting for Leone to appear. When he did, there was an intense look on his face which seemed to indicate he wasn’t in the mood to talk, so the two other men remained quiet.
Mark was just about to clear the table when Leone stated, “They should be here within fifteen minutes or less.”
Cold resolve rather than instant panic filled Mark, much to his surprise.
Whatever happens now, it ends.
He touched the gun safely holstered in the small of his back, and looked at Paul.
From his expression, Paul was all business now. “How close?” he asked Leone, as he took a small listening device from his shirt pocket, putting it in his ear. “What channel?”
Leone told him, adding, “A block away and moving slowly. They may still not know which house
