A series of blinking lights interrupted the Castillian.
He rushed to the monitor to read the incoming message. It was a message he had awaited all morning to receive. The message requested a place to discuss the surrender of the collection. Umberto quickly sequestered the message, and typed a reply. He waited for the response. He smiled as he stroked the rough hairs emerging from his face. Umberto grabbed his firearm from the credenza, and headed out the door.
“Stevens,” said Walker. “Does Willetts have anything?”
“She's getting the coordinates just now.” Stevens could feel his heart race. The excitement of any capture exhilarated him. Capturing the Morgans would be his greatest professional accomplishment. Waiting for the coordinates seemingly took hours. He grasped the te
