FASHION AND CRIME
“We’re doing this for Victor. And once Matteo is out of the way, we’ll finally get the edge.”
The men nodded again.
Boaz frowned. “So how do we take him without causing a scene?”
Titan pulled something from his coat pocket; a small, sealed case. He opened it to show a short, sharp needle and a tiny glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.
“This,” he said calmly, “will knock him out in under two minutes, and there wouldn’t be any noise, just him falling to the ground.”
The men leaned closer.
“It’s a heavy dose,” Titan explained. “Not deadly; just enough to put him unconscious. Once we sting him, we have about ninety seconds before he loses his balance. Then we grab him and move.”