A few minutes later he said,  “Okay, Grangeland, we’re good.” He ejected the disk so it would start from the beginning when reinserted. He unplugged the feed from the first DVD and plugged it into the second DVD. Next, he disconnected the live camera feed, inserted the Grangeland disk into the second DVD, and pressed play. If anyone looked at the camera’s monitor, they’d see Grangeland’s prerecorded action, not the real action outside the door. Since there was no peephole, they wouldn’t be able to differentiate the real scene from the prerecorded scene.

“Harv, we’re on. Grangeland, suit back up.”

She sprinted to the corner of the warehouse.

He secured the grappling hook to the parapet and descended the rope. Once on the ground, he coiled the rope and threw it over the top. If anyone drove by, he didn’t want them seeing it.

Ninety seconds later, Grangeland and Harv were at the front door ready to go.

A thumping music beat emanated from inside—probably rap.

He looked at Harv and they pulled suppressed Sigs from their belly packs. Nathan wasn’t worried about the 9-millimeter subsonic rounds being powerful enough. They’d used them many times and never had a problem. Body armor protected against center-mass shots, but he didn’t expect his adversaries would be wearing any, especially inside the warehouse. Besides, he and Harv were quite capable of making head shots if needed.

“Lasers on. Harv, you take the right. Grangeland, you’ve got the left. I’ll take the middle of the room. We need prisoners. Grangeland, your weapon isn’t suppressed, so hold your fire unless absolutely necessary.”

He pressed the doorbell button.

It produced a muffled ring like an oversized egg timer.

On the left side of the door, he flattened himself against the wall.

Harv tucked in tight behind him.

The location of the doorknob and the exterior jamb indicated the door would swing inward, toward the right. If anyone cracked the door, he and Harv were on the concealed side. The door would have to be opened at least twelve inches for anyone to peer out and look in their direction. By then it would be too late.

The Spanish accent from the tiny speaker next to the door sounded metallic and slightly amused. “What you want?”

“I got stood up down the street. Let’s party.”

“Go away.”

“Come on, man, it’s cold out here. I need the money. Hundred bucks for all night.”

A pause. “What do we get?”

“Everything.”

“All of us?”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“Make it two hundred and you got a deal.”

Another pause. They were probably discussing it.

A few seconds later, he heard the dead bolt click.

Then a scraping, metallic sound of something else sliding.

The door swung inward.

Chapter 28

Chapter  28