“Look,” Egan said, with a cool, unbothered voice. “I have somewhere to be, and my chopper will be here in a few minutes. Your bitch for my brother.” He offered.

He would have taken a chance to wait for the chopper to raid the place, but Sam was dying. 

And from Renzo’s restlessness, he realized the bombs he had rigged the building with could not be deactivated and were already counting down, so the kid was desperate to get out of here.

That was so foolish. He guessed the boy ...