“You stay right here and don’t move until I tell you to,” Beau told Rick, his words more of a command than a request.
Here was lying on his stomach at the edge of the roof, several yards to the left of where Mercer’s car would pull up to his private entrance. Far enough away that he wouldn’t be spotted by Mercer’s bodyguards if they looked up. His profile was small, almost nonexistent—he hoped. His chin rested on the back of one hand, keeping his head up barely enough to see across the alley, three stories below.
Beau was more directly in their line of sight, or would be when Rick signaled him that Mercer was leaving the building, at which point, Beau would already have heard the car arriving.
It seemed as if they’d been there for hours, although Rick knew it was much less, when the sou
