“But we don’t do any good if we barge in there and are unprepared. Which is why I want to get some more cameras put in place. I already have one of the maids on the inside working on it. If things go our way, it will only add a day or two to the plan.”
“And if they don’t go our way?”
Yasha hesitates. “Things will go our way. They always do.”
“If things always went my way, Cora would be in my bed and Francia would be in a shallow grave.”
“Both of those things are going to be true, brother,” Yasha says softly. “I’m going to make sure of that.”
In the end, my good sense wins out. I nod reluctantly. “Get the cameras up as soon as possible. Cora is scared. I want to get her home.”
Yasha frowns at my word choice. I do, too. It’s the second time I’ve slipped up like that. This can’t be Cora
