Mason POV
“Let me look at that again,” I lean towards Carina’s neck to get a better look at the collar. It is basic but they modified the clasp. I know s**t about bombs, but the box with the flickering light and wire around the clasp is a pretty good indication that it will ignite when tampered with.
“Alex,” I mind-link him. “Bring me a pair of hard-wire cutters. And hurry.”
“What are you doing?” Carina asks nervously when I push my finger between her neck and the collar.
“Removing this death trap around your neck,” I reply.
“Are you insane?” She moves away from me. “They will deactivate it once they have the money.”
“How sure are you about that?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Not at all,” her bottom lip starts trembling. “But I’m trying to stay calm and positive.”
“Well, I’m not gambling
