Page 68 of My Crazy Killers
“What do you think we should do?” Dex asks, and when I glance at him, I expect to see him looking at Elias, but I realize he’s asking me.
“Me?” I ask in surprise.
“Yeah, you. You’re the smartest person I know. I want to know what you think.” My heart warms at the comment, and I glance at Elias, wondering if he will object, but he nods expectantly, like he wants to know what I think, too.
I start pacing the room as I begin listing the facts. “Okay, so our end goal is to kill Ivan and get the list, which is at his house. We think the best plan is to kill him first, and our best chance is to do that outside of his home.”
I tap my lip in thought before continuing. “It’s hard to plan an attack when we don’t know when or where he’s going to be, which is why we’ve been listening to his phone calls. But so far, that’s gotten us nowhere.”
I check to make sure they’re all listening before I continue. “What we need is a time and place. He’s likely to visit that warehouse if Harry gave us accurate intel, so it could be a good place to launch an attack. We just need to know when he’s going to be there.”
Elias nods before speaking. “We could go there and assess it as a location for an attack. Maybe not inside the warehouse itself, but here.” He points to the street leading to it. “If these are all abandoned buildings like I think they are, it could be the perfect place to ambush him.”
I nod, feeling a little excited as our plan begins to take shape. “We can figure out our plan, then we just need to wait for mention of when he’s going there next, and we can launch our attack.”
“There could be dozens of men inside the warehouse that could run out at any sign of attack,” Sly says. “We need to get eyes on the inside.”
Elias nods. “It’s hard to plan without seeing it. If one of us can get inside and plant a camera, that’d be ideal.”
“We could just plant a camera on the exterior door and watch how many come and go over the course of a day?” Pete suggests.
“They could be sleeping inside, though,” I tell him. “We have no idea what the inside looks like.”
“I wish we had someone on the inside,” Pete mumbles.
“But then we’d have to blindly trust the info they give us.”
“What about Harry?” I ask as an idea comes to me.
“What about him?” Elias asks. “He’s not associated with Ivan. He can’t get in there.”
“No, but you saw all the gadgets and tech at his place. Maybe he has something to help us spy on the inside?”
Everyone takes a moment to think about it before Elias nods. “It’s worth a shot to ask him. He definitely had more going on than meets the eye.”
“Did anyone else notice his Russian and English accents were spot on?” Pete asks.
“Yeah,” I say with a nod. “It was odd. Maybe he’s spent time in America?”
“Okay, so let's head back to Harry’s place first, in case he has something to help us. Then we’ll go stake out the warehouse,” Elias says, setting our plan in motion. “Wear black and I’ll bring some white sheets in case the best place to watch is covered in snow.”
“I didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” Harry says, opening the door so we can move inside.
“We’re going to check out the warehouse now,” Elias tells him, getting straight to business. “But we need eyes on the inside. Do you have any sort of tech that could help us with that?”
Harry grins, pushing up his thick glasses as his chest puffs up with pride. “I have the perfect thing to help with that.” He moves into the living room and starts rummaging through random boxes, dropping things on the floor as he searches.
“Ah ha!” he cheers, pulling a clear zipped bag out and bringing it over to the coffee table. He drops down on the couch and empties the contents carefully onto the table. I see what looks like a remote control and a small metal ball, which is only about half an inch wide. He carefully picks it upand shows it to us.
“This little guy is one of my proudest accomplishments. It’s a camera.”
“It’s so tiny,” Dex comments, leaning in to try and get a better look.
“Exactly, it makes it easier to get it places.”
“What do we do with it?” I ask, unsure how it’s supposed to work.
“That’s the best part,” he says with a grin, carefully setting it down and lifting the remote. He presses a few buttons, then suddenly the small ball starts to rise.
