A/N: Apologies for not updating sooner.
Twenty-four hours later...
Random checked his watch. 11:50. Hopefully the kidnappers would be on time. He chewed his lower lip as he scanned the horizon for anyone or anything approaching. He could only pray to God none of Garret's flunkies figured out he was wearing a wire. If anything went wrong, Stringer would show up in his unmarked FBI van.
Random whirled around as he heard footsteps approaching. He recognized the silhouette as Garret's. Per usual, the mobster had two heavily muscled guys with him.
"Yo," said Random, twitching a few nervous smiles.
"Evening," Garret said silkily.
"I got your dough," said Random, pointing to the briefcase. "Now where's A.J.?"
Garret sidled over and put an arm around Random's shoulders. "Before we exchange any cash, I just have one question. What's this girl to you anyway? Her old man is the one who owes me money."
"I-I met A.J. a couple days ago and we're tight," he replied. "And her old man don't care about her."
Garret turned to his flumkies. "Check him."
Random swallowed hard, fighting to stay calm. He allowed the other mobsters to pat him down. They seemed satisfied that they hadn't found any weapons. But then one of them found the unit strapped to Random's waist.
"What have we got here?" asked Garret.
"My pedometer," Random lied. "I'm trying to get in shape."
Garret shook his head. "Maybe I'm out of my tree, but I believe you."
He took the briefcase containing the ransom and disappeared.
"Hey, wait!" Random yelled after him. "You didn't tell me where she is!"