“Yes. It was at their request that Baker rang us—no doubt in an effort to stave off any possible reprisals if this all goes ass up.”

“Or because he wants our firepower as backup just to ensure the bastards don’t get away again.” Jackson grunted and grabbed the keys. “Let’s hope PIT isn’t tailing us.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it if it is.” I followed him out the door. “Oh, and Sam informed me that the chief inspector wants to see us at nine tomorrow.”

“Does she now?” He climbed into the car, then said, “If we survive the upcoming encounter, I might just consider it. Or I might not. Depends on what she wants.”

“Apparently to castigate us over our usage of the badges.”

“Hey, she’s more than welcome to have them back.” He motioned to the GPS. “You want to type in where we have to go?”

I did so. “What do we have in the way of weapons?”

He gave me the raised eyebrows “Did you really just say that?” sort of look. “Fire isn’t enough for you these days?”

“When we don’t know who or what we’re dealing with beyond Rinaldo, no, it’s not,” I said. “He won’t be alone. Not after that near miss at the warehouse. Hell, for all we know, the rats suddenly locating him is nothing more than a setup.”

Besides, that instinctive part of me was suggesting I’d have to reserve every scrap of fire I had if I wanted to get us through this—not something I was about to ignore.

“I’m sure Radcliffe and Baker will be more than aware of that prospect,” Jackson said.

I hoped so, because otherwise, it could get ugly.

It didn’t take us long to reach Keilor Park. Jackson turned off the headlights as we cruised into Lambeck Drive and headed for the café about midway down. Baker stepped out of the shadows as we pulled into one of the parking spots in front of the place.

I climbed out of the SUV and closed the door as softly as I could. “Where’s Radcliffe?” I asked him.

“At the location, keeping an eye on things. Between my men and the rats, we’ve got the building surrounded.”

I frowned. “Frederick’s a vampire—he’s going to sense the heartbeats.”

“We’re well aware of that, and we are, currently, out of sensing distance,” Baker said.

“And you’re sure this isn’t a trap?” Jackson moved around to the rear of the SUV and retrieved a number of guns from the trunk. He handed me one and kept the other two, plus a knife, for himself.

“No, we’re not,” Baker said, “but he’s definitely inside.”

“Meaning just one of the twins is inside?”

“That is something we’re unsure of. We think both are in there, but we haven’t sighted the second brother.”