Chapter 8
One-fifteen.
Sam was going to take the dude out. If he wasn’t Kate’s brother, he swore to god he would.
“Bad headwinds the whole way, man,” Paul greeted him as he lowered the stairs on the Stark’s neat Gulfstream G280 passenger jet.
Sam Fierro had spent a dozen years in Marine Force Recon before returning to run his family’s butcher shop in Brooklyn. In military Special Operations, your ride hit the mark within thirty seconds of planned pickup and they did it every time no matter where the hell you’d come down. The insert and extract teams were that accurate because the ground conditions were often tight enough that if they were forty-five seconds off the mark, the Recon team would be made up of dead men.
He knew exactly where Paul and the Stark’s plane had been. He knew the
