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“That’s how they’re going to break Carpio out! They have boats! They’re going to use the traffic to get lost and outrun anyone chasing them!”
Toby was curled into a ball.
“If they get Carpio out, Soh will take over! He’ll be one of the most powerful gangsters in the country! You think he’ll protect you? You think he’ll honor whatever promises he’s made to you?” He shook his head in disgust. Then he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Kit Steele’s number again, but it went straight to voice mail. “Goddammit, Kit!” he screamed. He tried dialing the number of other cops he had in his phone, but no one picked up. Then a thought occurred to him, and he dialed Cicero Andolini’s number.
“It’s a fuckin’ madhouse down here,” Cicero said as he answered the phone. “I swear to God, I don’t know what’s gonna happen. Everyone’s lined up along Northern Avenue. It could be a riot. That may be what Soh and Carpio are counting on.”
“It’s not!” Cormack interrupted him. “It’s what they want the cops to believe, but it’s fake. It’s a diversion!”
“I don’t understand,” Cicero responded. “What’s a diversion?”
“The madness in front of the courthouse! They’re going to break Carpio out of custody from the water, not from the street! They have attack boats and Stinger missiles! They’re going to create a diversion out front and then try to break him out from the water!”
“Shit. Is there any way to stop it?”
“I don’t know,” Cormack admitted. “We need to get word to the Feds. We need to get to Kit Steele. I can’t reach them. You’ve got to get to them on the scene!”
“I don’t have the best credibility with law enforcement personnel,” Cicero pointed out. “I don’t think they’ll take my word for it.”
“You’ve gotta try,” Cormack implored. “I’ll figure out some way to get out on that water.” He hung up and ran to the pile of manifests. “Toby, are there any boats we’ve got that aren’t being used?” Toby hadn’t moved. He was still curled up on the floor. “Toby!” Cormack picked the smaller man up, pulling him out of his fetal position.
Toby struggled, putting his hands up over his face, as though protecting himself from an imminent blow. “There’s a MEP boat they just finished working on in the dry dock!” he whined defensively. “I think that’s it!”
Cormack let him drop again and headed toward the door.
“You don’t really think you can do anything, do you?” Toby asked.
“I don’t know,” Cormack said. “But I’m going to try. If Carpio escapes and Soh takes over the harbor, we’re all fucked. He’ll control everything.”