“No shit,” Troy responded. “Though they’re no picnic either from what I’ve heard.”
“We have lift-off thanks to Ginna,” Stuart told them seconds later. “Three coming her way. Van’s at the building now so get ready for fireworks.”
Ginna squatted down, pressing her back to one of the trees as she watched the three men Stuart had mentioned approaching slowly, fanning out to search the dense brush for whoever had shot their partner. Then, one of them suddenly disappeared and she knew either Frankie or Troy had taken care of them.