“We’ve got a problem. How would your kid know that we left the gym to come back up here?”
“Why do you ask that?” Lyon sounded like he already had a pretty good guess.
“Silla said your daughter warned her that we were on the way back up here, and that’s why they left in a hurry. I’m guessing that’s why they forgot to put back the board.”
I almost felt sorry for Lyon when his head fell back against the chair while he mumbled a few choice words under his breath. Then his head whipped around lightning fast, and he fixed Mancini with a glare.
“Mancini, you fuck, if I find out you had a hand in this, I’ll bury you headfirst beneath the sand when we get back on the island.”
“I didn’t, not this time. They didn’t let me in on their little plan with Russo.”
“Who forgot to leave their phone behind?” Lyon all but growled. All of his men shook their heads as he rubbed a finger across his brow in distress.