LOGINLeonardo The jet landed just after noon. By the time I reached Henry's house, the sun was high enough to bleach the color from everything around it. The house we let him use looked smaller than I remembered or perhaps I was used to bigger things. Luther stopped beside me. “You want me inside?” He asked. “No.” I said, this time I wanted to be alone with Henry when I looked at him in the eye and told him that I knew about his wealth and asked him why me? Luther nodded and remained by the car. I walked toward the front door alone, knocked once but there was no answer, so I knocked again and I heard footsteps. Slow footsteps like I had no other places to be. Finally the door opened a fraction and the main man himself looked through the gap of the door. "Avoidng someone?" I asked. His face changed. He didn't look surprised but rather scared to see me. And I found that very very interesting. “Mr De Luca.” He said once he had gotten over the shock and composed himself. “Henr
Leonardo "Put him in a psychiatric facility," I said. Luther nodded. "And who do we put as his family on the form?" "List him as family." CiCi frowned. "You're serious about this?" "If everyone already thinks he belongs to us, we might as well make it official, besides Diablo probably thinks he has scored big time with him, so why not give him more reasons to think that?" Stan shook his head. "Only in this family." He overstepped but I ignored him. I had no time to explain to them my grand plan with the mad man but I liked the shape of it already. "Find him. Get him somewhere safe and contained. And make sure that no one hurts him." Luther nodded. "And while you at it, get the jet ready, I think its time I paid Henry a visit." Luther nodded once again and that was that. After he and Stan left, CiCi gave me a raised eyebrow and I knew he had a lot on his mind. "You have something to say?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "You will have to be more spe
Leonardo I stared at the photograph CiCi had sent. Then I looked at it again. And again. There were some faces a man never forgot, not because they were important. Not because they were particularly memorable. But because they had once convinced you to dig up a dead cat in the middle of the night. I slowly lowered my phone. "No. It can't be." Stan was sitting across from me, he and Luther had come as soon as they could when I told them we had a mole. "What?" He asked. I turned the photograph toward him. He looked at it once and his face went blank, then his eyes widened with recognition. "Oh, hell." "That's what I said." "That's him," he said. "That is the guy." "I know." Neither of us spoke for several seconds. From the other side of the office, Luther looked between us. "Who?" Stan pointed at the photograph. "That man." Luther stared at the screen. "I don't know him." "Exactly." I looked at him. "And that's the problem." Another message from CiCi appeared.So it'
Leonardo Whatever was inside that envelope, Vincent hadn't brought it for himself. I watched the screen carefully. CiCi sat at the bar, staring straight ahead. Vincent beside him, neither man looked at each other. That was exactly how it needed to be because Vincent knew my brother. One proper glance at CiCi's face and the entire operation would be over, but CiCi understood the rules. He kept his attention on his drink while Vincent said something behind him. CiCi laughed but he still didn't turn. Then Vincent slid the black envelope across the bar. CiCi looked down at it. My phone vibrated.He gave me something. I typed back. Don't open it yet. A few seconds passed. You really know how to ruin a man's evening. I ignored him. On the screen, Vincent leaned against the bar and said something else. CiCi nodded casually. Then Vincent pointed toward the private corridor but CiCi shook his head. Whatever they were discussing, Vincent seemed amused which bot
Leonardo I had spent enough time staring at photographs and documents. Thinking wasn't going to stop Vincent, or help me find Joseph Butler and it certainly wasn't going to tell me who had killed my driver. I reached for my phone, this time I didn't call Luther. I called CiCi. He answered on the fourth ring. "Yes, brother?" he answered lazily. "Where are you?" I demanded. "That depends," he drawled. I rubbed my forehead. "On what?" "Whether you're calling as my brother or as my boss." "Cici!" I growled. "Boss it is, then," he said, suddenly more serious. "Get to the house." "But I am at the house." "Then get to my office." He hesitated. "Should I be worried?" "In five," I warned before ending the call. Exactly four minutes later, the door swung open and CiCi strolled in carrying a half-eaten sandwich. I stared at the sandwich, then at him. He glanced down at it like he had forgotten that it was even there before glancing back at me. "What?" he asked
Leonardo The door closed behind Olivia and I stared at it for several seconds. Then I looked down at the file I was still holding. Olivia had remembered the day of the photographs. She remembered the man watching her and her father from across the street. She had remembered Elena. And most importantly, she remembered enough to know that whatever had happened to her father hadn't simply been bad luck. But she hadn't given me everything. I knew my wife well enough to recognize when she was hiding something. Olivia didn't lie easily. She didn't need to. She simply chose which pieces of the truth she was willing to hand you. And today, she'd handed me just enough to make me nearly dangerous. There had been an Elena. A woman who had disappeared from Olivia's father's house. A woman who had warned a nine-year-old girl about a man coming to collect on a deal. There was a missing piece. I just didn't know which one and where. I walked out of her room and back







