Free Take Down (The Men of the Sisterhood) by Fern Michaels

running. Maybe she’d never be able to sleep again and she’d wither away and die.
    She hated thoughts like these and struggled to remember the last romp in the sack with Ted, after they’d left the Christmas party at Jack’s. A low, purring sound escaped her lips. Jack looked up from what he was doing and grinned. Maggie was oblivious to his glance.
    Dennis backed down the alley, clicked the remote on his visor, waited for the iron gates to open, and sailed out just as the car’s heat came on full blast. “How’s that for instant gratification?” he chortled happily.
    “Nice set of wheels, kid,” Jack mumbled as he continued to key in the address of Andover Pharmaceuticals. Maggie stared out at the rapidly darkening afternoon, her thoughts on Ted’s sexual prowess.
    “Traffic’s kind of light for this hour of the day. We should make good time once we get out of town. I’ve been thinking: Even if Andover lets its employees out early because of the snow forecast, we still won’t have a problem. Someone from Security will still be there. That in itself might work to our advantage. What do you think, Jack?” Dennis asked as he skillfully maneuvered the Humvee around several cars that were driving too slowly for his liking. Dennis West was a man with a mission, and he was not going to allow anything, including slow-moving cars, to get in his way.
    “I agree. What about you, Maggie? What do you think?” Jack asked.
    “I think it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other. Either way, we’re more than capable of handling whatever is handed to us. I will tell you what I am worried about, though. Look at the sky. It’s getting darker by the minute. I think we should turn the guys loose and let them head for our primary targets now. Ted and Espinosa can take Philip. Harry should have arrived at the BOLO Building by now—he was already on his way when we left—and he and Abner can do the snatch on Otto, and the three of us can take Martha since she lives the closest to the company headquarters. Then we all head for the farm as soon as we’ve done the snatches and grabs. Don’t look at me like that, Jack. I really think that’s what we should do.”
    Dennis froze. “Oh, jeez, still another change in plans. That makes two. The third one will be the charm. Everyone knows that saying, but with what we’re doing, I don’t think the word charm is exactly the right one. I see this all going to hell really quickly,” Dennis said in a jittery-sounding voice.
    “You’re dithering again,” Jack pointed out. “And FBI agents do not dither. Not ever. Keep your eyes on the road, kid, and stop worrying. Maggie has a point. Points need to be addressed as they come up. I’m giving you permission to take your eyes off the road for two seconds. Look at the sky, Dennis!”
    “Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. So what if I’m a natural-born worrywart? So is my mother, so I come by it honestly enough.
    “Okay, okay. I see your point, but I’m still going to worry. How much farther, Jack?”
    Jack pressed some buttons. “Eight miles. Straight road.”
    “Since you agree with me, I’m calling the guys now, Jack. If I’m wrong, tell me now, before I make the call.”
    “Make the damn call, Maggie.”
    After spending five minutes having two separate conversations with the guys back at the BOLO Building, she was ready to report to Jack. “Ted is going to take the other three and go to the Post to sign out a four-wheel drive for Harry and Abner to use. Harry said that your car was all over the road. He also squawked about having to wear a suit, shirt, and tie.
    “Abner is going as is, Harry said, because he said he’s scary-looking and no one will question him. And, anyway, he doesn’t have a suit at the office. Just so you know, Harry will be the power player in that duo. It’s all doable, Jack.”
    “Two miles, Dennis. And it’s starting to snow,” Jack said as he craned