Chapter 65
Franco Lamar sat two blocks from Fierro’s Meats in a midnight-blue BMW 760Li sedan and watched the live feeds from his team’s shoulder cameras on his tablet. Jason Mann sat at the wheel. Vince and the new guy, Nicky Basco, were working their way forward along the alley in back of Sam’s place.
The front of the target site was of little interest. The storefront opened onto a busy street that had traffic even at midnight in Brooklyn. Up the back was the way of it. They’d bypassed two trip alarms that were so amateur it was ridiculous.
Old Sam was losing his touch.
They now had cameras mounted at either end of the alley, painted to blend in with the rusted fire escapes. Equally small motion detectors were mounted by each one to conserve time and battery power. Now they were work
