Kent looked at the guard and nodded. “Why don’t you go home? I think this is outside the scope of your job description.”
The guard nodded and departed.
Kent rubbed his hands together. “Okay, then. What’s your plan?”
As the dealers scattered to take up defensible positions, Kent stayed on the phone, making calls.
Trey looked at him uncertainly. “You have more people to help with the defense?”
Kent nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes! I have a dozen cameramen on their way.”
As Trey stared, Kent continued, “We’re going to get some great footage.”
One of Jason’s friends with a spotter scope, peering at the gate and its defenders from a position a little back from the front line, finished his report on the cell. “There’s nobody over there with anything heavier than a pistol. They’ll be lucky to
