lift, the kind usually found in a mechanicâs garage. The Civic sat atop the lift. Fluid was being funneled from the car into a giant drum. The seats lay on the ground, having been separated from the body of the car.
From his concealed vantage point Jesse could see that there was no one in the barn. The only sound was that of the fluids as they flowed from the Civic. He worked his way closer.
From a door located on the far wall of the barn, the wiry man suddenly emerged and headed for the lift. He checked the progress of the fluid drip, then turned his attention to the seats. He covered his eyes with goggles and switched on an electric saw. He began to remove the seats from their frame.
Jesse watched for several minutes. The noise of the saw was deafening. He decided to use it as cover.
He removed the truncheon from his service belt. When he was certain that he wasnât in the wiry manâs line of sight, he crawled from the bushes and sprinted toward him.
In a sudden explosion of force, Jesse hammered the truncheon into the back of the wiry manâs head. He dropped the saw and pitched forward.
Jesse carefully kicked the saw away. He returned the truncheon to his belt. He grabbed the fallen man and dragged him outside.
He gathered the manâs arms behind him and wrapped them together with a length of plastic wire. He did the same with the manâs legs. He pulled a red-and-white kerchief from his pocket, crushed it into a ball, and stuffed it into the manâs mouth. After making certain the man could breathe, Jesse pulled him into the bushes.
Jesse returned to the door and stood behind it, hidden, truncheon in hand. He waited. The deafening noise from the saw continued unabated. It finally caught the attention of the man inside.
The door opened, and the BMW driver stepped through. He noticed the saw on the ground. As he started toward it, Jesse stepped from behind the door and smashed the truncheon into the driverâs neck. He fell, facedown.
Jesse walked to the electric saw and yanked its plug from the wall socket. He was hoping that at some point his hearing would return.
He took his cell phone from his pocket, opened it, and hit the speed dial. Peter Perkins answered on the first ring.
âWeâre a go,â Jesse said.
He knelt down beside the driver and checked his condition. Satisfied, he removed the handcuffs from his service belt and used them to clamp the manâs wrists together behind him.
He took a blindfold from his pocket and tied it over the manâs eyes.
He searched the driverâs pockets and found his wallet.
It identified him as Robert Lopresti, with an address in Fall River, Massachusetts.
A car approached, wheels crunching the driveway. Perkins and Suitcase pulled up in front of the barn. They got out of the Chevy and looked around.
âChop shop, huh, Jesse,â Suitcase said.
âLooks like it,â Jesse said.
âWell hidden,â Perkins said.
âThis oneâs name is Robert Lopresti,â Jesse said. âHeâs ready to go. You take the BMW, Suit. Keys are in it. Iâll look after the other one. Pete, you notify the crew that itâs okay to break this place down. See if they can restore the Honda. Letâs move.â
Perkins and Suitcase picked up Lopresti and placed him in the backseat of the Chevy. Perkins used his handcuffs to bind Loprestiâs feet together.
Suitcase got into the BMW. He lowered the passenger-side window and called to Jesse.
âThereâs a child safety seat in the back,â he said.
âAll the better,â Jesse said.
The BMW fell in line behind the Chevy as they both drove off.
Jesse pulled the wiry man from the bushes. The man was still groggy but beginning to awaken. Jesse removed the binding from the manâs wrists and ankles. He also removed the gag.
He looked in the manâs wallet, and from his driverâs license, made note of the name, Santino Valazza. Also