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“I’m fricking freezing my ass off here,” Vance muttered under his breath.
His partner Steve, an older agent in charge of the assignment and of Vance, smiled in acknowledgement as they watched the subject of their investigation.
The man in question sat in his car three stories below and across the street from their vantage point. As they watched and filmed, two men approached the car. The driver jumped out to open the door for them.
“Nardi and his enforcer,” Vance said quietly as he listened to the beginning of the conversation happening in the car. Suddenly the headphones went quiet. “Damn it.”
“RF detector activated?”
“Yeah, damn it.” Vance inched away from the parapet, standing when he was certain he couldn’t be seen from the ground. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.”
Before Steve could order him to stop, Vance vanished down the stairs from the roof.