Chapter 14
It was well after midnight when John had answered the call from Esteban and left his hotel. The sky wouldn’t threaten the sun’s rise for some time. That was good. John always preferred the cover of dark for missions such as these. People were tired and clumsy at night. The senses were impaired.
“Carpenter.”
He grunted in response. His breathing rose and fell, heavy but even, as his heartbeat and footfalls pounded down the streets of Antigua.
“There should be seven more of them.” Esteban was sounding calmer now, as if the mission was already successful. The tone bothered John. Seven was a fairly large group of men. Trained men, based on the setup in the hotel room. Mike wasn’t telling him something. “We’re hoping Pablo’s guards can take care of the enemy if they’re given a wa
