Felice rubs his hands together like a professional assessing a problem. “We wanna save the shipment right? And we’re all tooled up. If we’re up for a fight, I say we escort the truck as far as the city, and then lead them on a wild goose chase so they don’t know where we’ve stashed it. My hunch is they’ll pounce when they get the chance, unless this is just about the shipment. But we’ve gotta be ready.”
“Could lead them to the armory,” I muse. “They come in, thinking it’s just an ice-cream shop …”
“And there we are with rifles and Kevlar vests,” Felice finishes. “Yeah, that’ll work.”
As Felice makes the call, I glance in the rearview, first at the Chevy and then at my second. Levi has already smoked his cigarette. He tosses it out of the window and lights another one.
He grins, same ol
