Chapter 11For over a week, Ian came back to this spot, night after night, waiting. Outside the building, he was sure Costa used it as his headquarters; he remained diligent. But there had been nary a peep from behind its massive steel walls. So why the hell am I here? What the hell am I trying to prove? To be able to say he’d been right all along. But Ian had more at stake than his pride. Somewhere deep in his gut, despite everyone else telling him to look elsewhere, he knew.
Night after night, he stalked the near-empty building. Noting that they’d added a few new guards to the security rotation since the “robbery,” but still no signs of Costa.
Until one evening, sometime after nine P.M., he watched, surprised, as two dark-colored limousines came cruising up the street—limos equipped wit
