Given that Frank Cassell was now a wanted man, and that he had once served in the U.S. Marine Corps, he was not particularly picky about food. As he wolfed down the bare minimum of food acceptable to American taste buds—fast food like French fries—Salomon found him a black baseball cap and a black motorcycle jacket to conceal his face and the bloodstains on his body. Salomon had originally wanted to drive him back himself or find someone to take him, but after confirming that the car was not stolen and unlikely to attract police attention, Frank Cassell insisted on leaving on his own. He and Salomon agreed that, one day later, Salomon would receive an exact location directing someone to the vehicle, while the keys would be mailed back by FedEx.
Although he had agreed to help, he did not want anyone else to know where he was hiding. Especially when dealing with someone who had once ordered his men to frame him, his caution was perfectly reasonable. If anyone learned where he lived, New York gangs, the police, and various intelligence agencies would all come knocking the next day. He had not even planned to drive this car back to his hideout. Instead, he intended to park it somewhere in Manhattan and return on foot, preventing anyone from using the vehicle's tracking system to find him.
However, he had to put that plan into action ahead of schedule, because he ran into a group of tense New York police officers sniffing around the roads like police dogs and setting up checkpoints. After turning on the car radio, Frank Cassell finally learned what was going on—Tina Madani had discovered a large number of improvised explosive devices made from mortar shells in that Irish Mob building. Nine mortar shells were