Cree snarled under his breath.
Great.
They were back to this again.
“How about,” Renzo said, “I will get the kid, once you two let me know how I should do that, then I’ll deliver him to where he needs to go, and the rest of you can work out your fucking issues on your own time, yeah?”
Silence answered Ren back.
He didn’t mind that a bit.
“Well?” he asked after a moment.
“How many men do you think you’d need to extract the kid?” Dare asked. “From the source his father has, the kid is located in Kuta—not far from where you are. A little bit of money shoved into the right hands, and we can easily nail down his exact location.”
“Cree said he’s mixed up with a gang?”
“Yeah, apparently.”
Renzo nodded, though the men couldn’t see it. He’d already pulled up Google maps, and was currently scanning them, but he currently didn’t have much to go on so it didn’t particularly help. “Three men, including me, to be safe. I want full get up for this—bulletproof vest and all. A mask, too, so make sure it’s all on hand for me.”
“Let us get the kid’s location nailed down first.”
“Call me when you do—after one in the morning.”
“All right.” Dare let out a slow breath. “And thanks, Renzo.”
Right.
“Thank me when I ask for it—how I ask for it.”