CHAPTER 46

The air crackled with a tension thicker than the stale cigar smoke swirling in Bobby's office. A vein throbbed prominently in his temple, mirroring the pulsing red dashboard lights of the wrecked security car displayed on the projector screen.

"They got to the holding cell?" Bobby roared, his voice a gravelly growl. His thunderous voice sent shivers down the spines of his lieutenants, Scar and Ricco, who stood stiffly before him.

"Yes, sir," Scar stammered, his voice barely a squeak. "The security footage shows Sarah entering with a crowbar. It appears someone on the inside disabled the security protocols."

Bobby pounded his fist against the table, smashing glasses and sending a crystal ashtray skittering over its shiny surface. "Someone on the inside? You mean a goddamn mole!"

Ricco, interjected, "Sir, with all due respect, yelling won't get us anywhere. We need a plan."