In the room around me, the men were going over plans for the next few days. Lyon was adamant that he would have the information out of Roxana by then, and I’d already got the specs on the place on the Hudson so that we could synchronize a hit.
It hadn’t been hard because the idiots, either to be funny or in a show of arrogance, had chosen to use a place that had been used for the same vice in history. The house, or rather mansion, was on the historical society list, which meant getting the blueprints and other pertinent information had been a breeze.
It’s also a known fact that a lot of these homes that were built by the wealthy during a certain time period in the country’s history had a lot of hidden pockets that didn’t show up on paper. I have the historical research team working on that as we speak. Since this place is so close to the water, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an underground network of some kind running from the mansion to the river.