Late that night
King made eye contact with Tex and Honey. They were watching the warehouse closely, and he saw their wariness even from thirty feet away.
Yeah, I'm with you, guys. This is all wrong.
“King?” Knox's voice in his earpiece was hushed. “You there?”
“Yeah,” he muttered back. “You and Tank in position?”
“Copy that.”
“What do you see?”
A short pause. “Nothing much. No guard at the door, no cameras. The van is in the garage and the door is f*****g wide open.”
“Who the hell leaves the getaway vehicle in plain sight like that?” King said. “This is f*****g amateur hour, man. No way these are the same people who took the kid from the hospital. That was textbook.”
“No s**t. Whoever these guys are, they're just the babysitters.”
King looked at his watch. “OK. We move in two and
