We were going to take them in the dark, wandering around on terrain we hadn't scouted. "Might your friend have night vision goggles, or the kind of headphones that SWAT guys or SEALS wear?"
"No, but I know who does. You'll have it by the time the phone equipment gets here. What else?"
This was like a candy store for warriors. "Three silenced handguns. 9 millimeter or bigger."
Silence. Then: "This isn't strictly a police operation, is it Johnny?"
"Nope."
"Who was kidnapped?"
"Richard Morrison and his wife."
"Richard Morrison, the fund manager?"
"That's right."
"Goddammit! They're friends of mine. Guess where a big chunk of my money is invested. s**t. I know a guy who can get you what you need, I think. No records."
"They've gotta be throwaways," I said.
"They will be," Barker sai
