Waiting, waiting, waiting... There was nothing more tedious than having a body surged full of adrenaline and not being able to show it or use it. There was no way she could edge the conversation towards where it needed to go. There was nothing she could do except continue to 'entertain,' and make sure she was close enough to record when they finally got around to talking about business instead of the price of the private schools they were sending their kids.
"And now, to business," Salvatore said, snapping his fingers. A weaselly looking man -- who was packing by the walk of him -- stepped forward and began to spread out account sheets. "We was going through these accounts, and Mr. White here had some questions about the 'safety house' expenses. Do you really need 10 thou per month to maintain security?"
Finally. Alyssa maneuvered so that the recording device could have the best chance of picking up the conversation and waited through numbers that she was sure the boys in accounting would find fascinating. But she was only interested in one thing -- the location of the kidnapped children.
"But surely La Jara isn't that hard to control. 207 people... they should be grateful for the capital. Perhaps you are not being persuasive enough?"
...'La Jara..' They'd taken over a town?
That was it. Alyssa tapped out the signal, and began to move into position. Getting close enough to take out the weaselly 'Mr. White' shouldn't be a problem with the way he was eyeing her up, and once she got that gun he was carrying...