Harry held up his hand, and whispered, “He’s in the family room watching television. His phone is on the table next to where he’s sitting. He almost looks like he’s asleep. Quiet now. Yoko, you go first, come up behind his chair, and snatch the phone. Jack, you follow Yoko and grab him by his neck. We are then good to go.”

And it worked out just the way Harry said it would. Yoko slid Moss’s phone into her pocket just as Jack cut off his air supply. In the back of the room, Myra turned on the overhead lighting, and the opulent room came to life.

Moss’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw all the black-clad figures standing in his family room. Jack released the hold he had on Moss’s neck and stepped back.

Moss sputtered and gagged as he struggled to figure out what was going on. He finally blurted, “If this is a home invasion, be aware that I have security outside.” He started to cough and gag from the pressure Jack had applied to his throat.

“Not anymore you don’t. Ain’t no one here but us badasses,” Jack said.

“What . . . what do you want?” Moss gasped. “Who sent you here?”

“That’s two questions,” Ted said. “We want you and your money. Your wife sent us. How’s that for a payback, Mr. Moss?”

The group had separated on entering. They now started to report their findings.

“No computer or laptop. The wires are still on the desk in his upstairs office. He must have gotten rid of it,” Nikki said.

“He’s going on a trip. Look at this,” Kathryn said, as she held up a canvas tote. “No clothes, but there is a razor and a toothbrush. Memory sticks, checks, bank statements, brokerage statements, and some papers that look like they belong to his cosmetic company, something about a wrinkle filler. You know, like Botox. Guess it’s important, or he wouldn’t have it in the bag. And by the way he is . . . excuse me, was, headed for the airport to take a flight to Argentina under the name of Lynus Placid. Says he is a software developer. No imagination there.”

Moss sucked in his breath, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere. At least for now. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to help these creeps figure it out. Well, he did have one ace in the hole. Everything on the memory sticks was password-protected and installed by the best spooks in the business, the CIA. Let them kill themselves trying to figure it all out. He was glad now that he had transferred monies to different parts of the world, so when he showed up, he would be able to simply pick up on his life. Still, he had well over a billion dollars locked up tight and spread all over the globe.