There were four of them in the Cadillac Escalade, if you didn’t count the dead body in the back. Landon drove. Gil Fannon, one of his fellow DEA agents, rode up front beside him. Trey and Joe Thompson rode in the back. Landon was dressed expensively, as was his want when he was Landon Hutchinson. The other three wore black jumpsuits, and carried a heavy array of weaponry. Trey also had a gear bag filled with medical supplies.
“When we get there, Gil and Joe, I want you to grab Yuri and toss him in front of the gate,” said Landon.
“Cross, I can’t figure out if you have balls of steel or you ought to be locked in a padded cell,” said Gil.
Trey could see Landon’s brittle smile in the rear view mirror.
It took them another twenty minutes to reach the estate. Landon pulled the Escalade up t
