“I think we can assume they’ve watched deliveries and pickups before, since they sent an undercover agent in. But until they identify us—and can link us to the operation—they aren’t going to disrupt a pickup. That’s why it’s imperative you lose the tail before you get the truck. As long as you’re certain you can do that, let’s proceed as planned. We’ll shift locations for the next delivery.”

“What if they do make a move? If I am on their radar . . . and if they pick me up . . . our operation will be history.”

“The odds are in our favor—as long as you lose the tail and they don’t know it’s you making the run. They aren’t going to pick up a mere delivery guy. One piece of advice going forward. Find someone new to train as your second. The man you had in mind may be fine as a street dealer, but trying to take out a federal agent doesn’t give me any confidence in his judgment.”

“Already done.”

Sleet began bouncing off the flagstones, and Wolf started back toward the door. “I have to get inside or I’ll freeze. I’ll confirm the delivery on Tuesday night and touch base with you Wednesday morning.”

“That works. And I’ll come up with a plan to lose my tail. Trust me—I’ll handle it.”

“I’ve always trusted you.”

More or less.

But no one was completely trustworthy. Everyone had their breaking point. Everyone was capable of betrayal.

Yet Razor had always been loyal, and worrying about the man’s allegiance at this late stage was fruitless.

Wolf secured the cell deep in his pocket, rubbed his icy hands together, and strode back to the door. It would take him an hour to warm up.

Lord, he hated winter.

But very soon, he could kiss this icebox goodbye forever.

Assuming everything went according to plan.

And there was no reason it shouldn’t. Razor was smart. He would come up with a plan to lose his tail on Wednesday night—assuming he had one. Their customers were waiting, cash at the ready. Money would soon begin flowing into his account. And once this shipment was taken care of, they could regroup. He’d help Razor find a new delivery location. Vet someone in the organization who had potential, and put him in charge of the next pickup so Razor could lay low in case he was being watched.

Then he was wheels-up to a tropical climate.

And he was never coming back.

Wolf put his game face back on and reentered the room, his hands warming.

Yet he couldn’t shake the coldness that had seeped into his core.

Or the nagging fear that despite all the care being taken to elude law enforcement, his house of cards was about to collapse.