“I guess that would be hard to confirm since they appear to be in the habit of wearing identical clothes,” Jackson said. “What do you want us to do?”

“We’re going in through the front door. Radcliffe is looking after the rear and the sewers. We want you to handle the roof access.”

I raised my eyebrows. “How many stories does this place have?”

“Three in the office section. The warehouse is an unknown at this stage, but there’s no roof exit there from what we can see.”

“So we’re nothing more than backup?” Jackson said. “Because I’m seriously not happy about that. You’re not the only one who lost someone, Baker, and I have no intention of being sidelined on this.”

“You’re not. There’s no way in hell Rinaldo would trap himself inside any building without having an escape route ready,” Baker said. “Something you learned the hard way at the previous warehouse.”

“Not the same thing—he was gone before we got there,” Jackson bit back. “And you’ve no guarantee the same thing hasn’t happened here.”

“Yeah, we have, because we’ve been watching all the exits for several hours now—not just the building’s exits but all sewer outlets and the roof. One of the Rinaldos went in. No one has come out.”

“Then don’t expect me to sit on that roof and wait for one of them to head my way,” Jackson said, “because it’s not going to happen.”

“Nor do I want that. The plan is to attack from all possible angles. Hopefully, we’ll trap the bastard somewhere in the middle of us all.” He glanced at his watch. “You have eighteen minutes to get in place.”

“And how do you expect us to get onto the roof without Rinaldo or anyone else spotting us?” Jackson said.

“You won’t, but that’s the whole point. While they’re readying for an attack from above, we’ll hit them from the sides.” He pulled a roughly drawn map out of his pocket and placed it on the hood of the SUV. “This is our target building here. On the corner of Lambert and this street, there are several large trees that reach past roof height. It should be easy enough to shimmy up them and drop onto the roof.”

“Do I look like the type that shimmies up trees to you?” I asked mildly.

“I don’t know about trees, but Radcliffe’s told me you do a rather mean fire shimmy.” His grin flashed. “And he’s had firsthand experience, apparently.”

That he did.

“We do have people watching the roof,” Baker continued, “just in case the bastards attempt an escape before you get up there.”

“Nothing personal, Baker,” Jackson said, “but I really hope the bastard does head our way. I want to watch his face as I pound every ounce of life from his body.”