Edward was waiting at the warehouse. Anytime now, Gustavo would be back with his team and Tony. He checked his watch—they had seven more hours. The extraction plan was straightforward: they'd intercept Tony before his press conference, tie him up in the warehouse, and convince him to comply. They'd have just enough time to transfer the money and clean it up within an hour or so.
But of course, if things went as smoothly as planned, which they rarely did.
A car eased into the warehouse. A wrinkle appeared on Edward's forehead as he approached the car. Gustavo was supposed to return with the rest of the team.
"What about the van?" Edward asked before Gustavo could step out.
"We have a problem," Gustavo replied, getting out of the car.
Edward tilted his head, a frown on his face. "What
