He paced behind the liquor store on North Twenty-Seventh Street. His ride showed up a half hour later. Carden opened the passenger door and climbed in.
“Thanks, man, I owe you one.”
“No, you owe me twenty thousand more to be exact.” Zack chuckled. “The scanner has been going nonstop. You must have created quite a commotion near Brookfield. Sounds like a handful of people are being transported to St. Mary’s, including Antonio. That idiot got himself winged.”
“Yeah, I know, but there’s a bigger problem than Antonio.”
“Really, what? You got away. That’s a positive thing. You mean because the brothers got nabbed?”
“No, because it was a setup. Every container in that armored transport was empty. They knew we were coming.”
“That’s just awesome, dude. How the hell am I supposed to get paid?” Zack pounded his fist against the steering wheel.
“You’ve gotten the advance. I’ll come up with the rest somehow. We’ve worked how many robberies together? Payment has never been an issue.”
“Yeah, until there isn’t one. What are you going to do now?”
“I need a day to think this over, but there’s one thing I know for sure.”
Zack jerked his head. “Yeah? What’s that, genius?”
“Agent Harper hasn’t paid for his crime against Sam yet. My brother’s death needs to be avenged, and I know exactly how to do it.”