"Your brother is fine," Mancini said. There was sound of footsteps, of Mancini entering the kitchen. "You fulfill your obligation to us, and your brother is moved to a minimum-security facility upstate. Five years instead of ten. That's the deal."
"How do I know you can actually do that?" Jennifer asked.
"Because I'm telling you," Mancini said, his voice turning cold. "And you understand what happens to people who doubt us."
There was a pause. Dimitri could feel it in his bones...the moment where Jennifer was deciding whether she was going to cooperate or die.
"There's another operation," Jennifer said, her voice stronger now. Desperation turning to calculated despair. "A route. Scheduled for three nights from now. It's smaller than the warehouse hit, but it's a regular run. High-value cargo. Cash, product, everything. The route is the same one you hit before."
Dimitri felt a spike of satisfaction. The bait was being taken.
"Details," Mancini demanded.
