“I’ll be in touch with you at midnight sharp.” With that said, Dylan hung up.
“Damn, Alastair was right.” Jonah looked at Dylan in admiration. “You would have made on slick conman if you’d decided to go that route.”
“Except my shaking hands would give me away,” Dylan retorted with a half-smile, holding them out.
“The trick is to clasp them behind your back, as if you didn’t have a care in the world,” Mars said.
“Hard to do when I’m on the phone.”
“I meant…”
Dylan laughed, more in relief that he’d pulled it off than at what Mars said. “I know.” He looked at Jonah. “Was I okay with setting it for tonight? I figured it wouldn’t give him much of a chance to prepare.”
“That was perfect. Especially the touch about not telling him where until midnight. It won’t give him much lead time to check things out and get men in position.”
“Or to know when we’ve intercepted them,” Mars added. “He won’t be able to replace them before he thinks you’re going to show up, Dylan.”