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“The only chance you have to do that is to take him out. Even then…” Cicero’s words trailed off as Cormack’s eyes hardened.
“She stays alive,” he said. “No matter what else happens. Did we get any information out of Suarez?”
“He’s a hard man to break,” Cicero said. “He’s held out so far. You want me to speed the process up, increase the pressure? It’s a little dangerous. We’ve been very persuasive already. Any more and he may not live through it.”
“No. If he dies, Diamond dies. We need to make sure he’s alive, at least until we get her back.”
Cormack’s phone rang. He looked at Cicero, and he could tell they were both wondering whether Soh was calling. Cormack looked at the caller ID and shook his head. “It’s the office,” he said. He held the phone up to his ear. “Yeah,” he said. “When?” He could feel his jaw tighten as he heard the news. “OK, keep him there. He’s mine, you understand?” He hung up and nodded to Cicero.
“We’ve got work to do,” he said.
“What kind of work?” Cicero asked.
“They got Buddy Cavanaugh. He just showed up at the union office.” Cormack stood up and headed out to the car.
“My favorite kind of work,” Cicero said, following him out.
FORTY-THREE
Kit was back at her office. The war between Cormack and T’phong Soh was heating up, and there was no question where her loyalties lay. That fact alone, she knew, meant that her principles had been compromised. As a law enforcement officer, it wasn’t her job to choose sides in a battle like this; it was her job to stop it, and to bring both sides to justice. But the danger posed by Soh and the Carpios was too great to ignore. She knew that Cormack had to prevail.
In order to prevail, though, he had to know where Soh was. Without knowing that, there was little that Cormack could do to bring the fight to his enemy. She was doing anything she could to get that information.
Her phone rang, and she picked up the call. “Steele here,” she said.
“It’s Damon.” She recognized the voice of one of the agents on the task force. Kit knew that Soh was no longer using his warehouse in East Boston, but it was the only place she knew to start, so she had posted agents there to watch the place. So far, other than some traffic from low-level MS-13 soldiers, nothing had come of the surveillance.
“You got something?”
“Maybe,” he said. “A van pulled up earlier. Three of Soh’s men got out and headed right to a boat on the pier and out into the harbor. They were heavily armed.”
“So?”
“So, they had someone with them.”
“Who was it?”