whatTooms grinned slyly. ‘He doesn’t know?’ His voice was full of glee as Brant glared at them.
‘I don’t know what?’ He followed McCall to her car’s trunk with trepidation. Tony dropped the tailgate and rolled back the flatbed cover of the truck, then climbed up.
Brant’s eyes widened. ‘Holy Mother of… You’ve got to be kidding me. I take it this was what you had to stop off for?’ Brant said, his tone rang with approval.
On the back of the truck lay the long black canvas bags, which Tony had opened for Brant to see the contents. ‘Okay,’ he conceded. ‘We’ve got the tools, but it’s still SWAT’s show. We must wait till North f***s it up.’
Brant put down the AR-14 assault rifle he had been examining to answer his phone. ‘Brant,’ he snapped, his mouth dry. He listened to a brief statement and
