As Emilia ticked off details, I made a bullet-point list of them in my head. “The Rizzos’ compound is a clifftop estate on the Gulf of Salerno. Only one way in from a winding road guarded by armed men. The place is heavily fortified. A seventy-foot rock wall that drops into the sea provides a natural barrier on one side, and then concrete walls with motion sensors surround the rest of the perimeter. They’re also smack in between Punta Campanella, a nature preserve, and Roman ruins on the other side. They have two watchtowers on the western and eastern flanks. The main house, where we believe Lennon and the other two hostages are being held, is dead center. Lots of open land to cross to get there in daylight.”

Hostages. Dead center. Not words I wanted Colin to overhear.

I scanned the room to locate him. He was Gwen’s shadow, along with her father, looking at her screen. And hopefully, tuning out Emilia.

“Any idea on how many hostiles we’re dealing with?” I asked. “This feed is from this morning, right?”

“Correct. We can’t get a headcount for the interior,” Sebastian answered, folding his arms, “but my guess is at least thirty tangos.” He tipped his head in consideration and added, “Striking midday may mean they’re lighter on security than they would be at night. We’ll still be dealing with roaming patrols and snipers in the towers. We also believe they’ll have reinforcements at an off-site location that’ll come when their alarms are triggered.”

He strode closer to me, standing alongside Carter. I was used to seeing him in a suit, not tactical clothing, and now that I was looking at the two of them side by side . . .

Colin spoke up before I could, reading my thoughts. “Anyone ever tell you two you look alike?”

“We get that from time to time, yes,” Sebastian said in a semi-amused tone, offering a polite smile as well. Given the man was known as the Devil of Dublin, I appreciated his reaction to my son’s off-the-cuff question.

“Sorry, I, uh, just sometimes can’t help myself. My mouth engages before my brain can shut it up.” Colin lifted one shoulder as he accepted a piece of gum Gwen offered.

At least he didn’t look terrified about what was going to happen. And why would he be? He has faith that I’ll keep my promise and get Lennon back.

“I have that problem, too. Don’t feel bad,” my sister said to him with an easygoing smile that my son returned.

And yeah, she was right about that. Izzy had no filter, just like my son.

“What’s the plan?” I locked my arms over my chest, turning to survey the room.

“Mission objective one is to get the hostages out. Extraction by sea,” Carter said.