Baker felt his scalp crawl when he recognized a brick of C-4. He knew the stuff. He’d used it when he wired that lawyer’s car. And this brick had a lot of wires running in and out of it.

…45… 44… 43…

“Well, don’t just stand there, Sam!” Kenny shouted. “Defuse it!”

“In less than a minute? Afraid not.”

… 40… 39…

Behind Baker, Briggs started wailing, calling on God and his mother for help.

“I’m outta here!” Toro said, and headed for the door.

“Hey!” Briggs cried. “Where y’goin’? Hey, guys—don’t leave me here with a bomb! Please, guys! Please!” The last was a drawn-out wail.

… 36… 35…

Baker noticed the Arab heading for the door and wasn’t surprised. He wanted to follow, wanted very much to be far from that bomb, but…

“Sam?” Kenny said, looking spooked. “Shouldn’t we be—?”

“You got your knife?” Baker said, pulling his big Special Forces blade from its sheath.

… 32… 31…

“Sure,” Kenny said.

“Then get it out and come over here. Move!”

“Hey, Baker!” Briggs said, wide-eyed as he saw them rushing at him with drawn knives. “What you gonna do?”

“I oughta, cut your arm off for sticking your hand where it doesn’t belong,” Baker said, stopping on Briggs’s right. “And I may have to yet, but let’s try something else first. Lean back.” He slapped the wall on the other side of Briggs, above and to the left of the level of the safe, and told Kenny, “Cut a hole there. Do it!”

…28… 27…

“We’ll never get this safe out of the wall!” Kenny said, his voice a couple of notches higher than usual.

“I know,” Baker said.

He went to work on the wall directly above the safe, punching a hole in the plasterboard with the butt of his knife. Once he had the hole, he reversed the blade and used the saw-toothed edge to cut over to a stud, then angle down.

…24… 23…

He tried to keep looking cool, couldn’t let Kenny think he was scared, but his heart was going like a jackhammer and he could feel sweat breaking out all over his body.

As soon as Baker’s blade reached the top of the safe, he hauled back and punched the plasterboard, popping the cut piece into the wall space.

Baker glanced over and saw his nephew hacking furiously at his spot on the wall. His face was waxy-white, making his red hair look like fire, but he was getting the job done. “Do it, Kenny!”

… 20… 19…

“I don’t want to die because Briggs is stupid, Sam,” Kenny said as Baker went to work on the section above and to the right of the top of the safe.

“Neither do I, kid. But you don’t leave one of your guys behind if you can help it. Even if he’s an asshole.”