Chapter Two Four Chairs in the Basement

Ethan stopped him. "You will kill one guard and your mother will identify your body." Miguel called him a coward. Ethan slid over the warehouse schedule, cash van route, and patrol times. "Do you want a body, or do you want their whole street?" Miguel sat after half a minute. "I listen once. Only once." The fourth chair stayed empty longest, until Sophie Chen walked into the basement. She wore a black coat and carried an old briefcase, looking like a Wall Street intern who had taken a wrong turn. In fact she had just been cut from an investment bank. She had built mortgage-bond models, seen who was lying during the crisis, and learned that clever people like her were disposable utensils on bigger tables.