I shook my head. "There's no way," I said again. Even as we passed underneath the canvas, I didn't believe it. It had to have taken a fortune to go to these lengths of concealment.
"Shut the f**k up or go back to the car," Massimo said softly from behind me.
I zipped my lips and pulled up the tracking data on the phone again. The solid blue dot was still in the same spot. "The phone is still here," I whispered to Domenico.
He nodded and pulled a gun from his waistband.
I rolled my eyes. Really? Wasn't that just a little cliché, even for the mob? Amateurs.
We continued in a single file line down bunker-like hallway. Where the f**k had Errington found an abandoned bunker? Why were there even bunkers in New York? Let alone in New Trenadie?
"Bossman, I think I found something," Nik said over my earb……
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