Chapter 92

“Stuart?” Frankie asked, as he tossed what they needed into a backpack.

“On it.” Vance made another call along the same lines as the one to Ginna. “He’s out of there, and will let us know where he ends up, as well,” Vance told Frankie a moment later. “We have ninety minutes and counting until we have to be where Gambini has Troy.”

“Not much time. Are we collecting the others to take with or send home?”

“Take with, because Gambini for sure won’t be there alone, if he’s even there at all.”

“If anyone is, other than whoever he sends to kill us,” Frankie muttered as he strapped on various weapons, some obvious, other’s much less so. “Who would have suspected he’d even know what a yacht was to say the least of owning one.”