“Hmm… your face looks a bit swollen, Agent Harper. You wouldn’t happen to have a broken jaw, would you?”
“Ask your goons. By their size and attitude, they must have roid rage. Talking doesn’t feel the best.”
“I bet not. Eating is going to be difficult as well. Anyway, I’ve studied your case files for 2014 and found exactly what I was looking for. I’ll be exacting my revenge on you and the city of Milwaukee on Saturday.”
J.T. spoke cautiously. His lower left jaw felt as if it was about to snap. “Yeah, what’s so special about Saturday?”
The man across the room chuckled. “I was hoping you’d ask. That’s the day we’re taking down the transport of the entire inventory of Rosemond Diamonds. I’m sure you’ve read that they’re moving from that small downtown store to Brookfield and setting up shop in their brand-new, swanky building. They think moving their inventory is safer on the weekend. Yeah”—he laughed—“safer for us. You see, a little bird told me the route and time that transport is going down. Imagine their surprise”—he chuckled again, and Anthony and Antonio joined in—“when they don’t have one piece of inventory to display in their glass cases. We’re stealing all of it.”
J.T. huffed at the thought. “This isn’t the Wild West, you know. Robbing an armored vehicle and actually getting away with it is nearly impossible in this day and age.”
“Really? Sam Dunbar and his gang got away with it in 2014, at least for a few months. I’ve studied everything about this upcoming transport and know exactly what we’re going to do. I’ve learned from Sam’s mistakes.”
“Oh yeah, and what did you learn, Carden? Why the interest in Sam Dunbar? He was a low-life crook that had his fifteen minutes of fame until he got a bullet to the head. He was forgotten about once the ink dried on the newspaper article. My case files that you were so interested in don’t explain how we knew where he and his clan were holed up.”
Carden stood and paced while making sure his face remained in the shadows. “For an FBI agent, you’re pretty stupid. I’m not interested in how you found Sam. I wanted to know who killed him. It was you, and that’s what I wanted to know all along. The man you shot and killed—Sam Dunbar—was my brother.”
“You’re full of shit and delusional. Sam Dunbar was adopted and didn’t have any siblings.”
“Think what you want, Agent Harper. This isn’t my first rodeo. Saturday, you’re taking an active part in the armored truck robbery, and just to make sure you do as you’re told, Julie is tagging along for good measure.”