Sold to the Mafia king
He took the phone from my hand.
“You found the nursery rhyme,” Kailen said.
“You're sloppy,” Carlino responded.
“Am I?”
“You left a trail.”
“I wanted you to follow.”
“To my docks?”
“To your past.”
“You're running out of leverage.”
“On the contrary…” Kailen shifted the camera behind me.
“That's not possible,” Carlino said, disbelieve clutching onto him.
“You should have looked for a body.” Kailen smiled brightly.
When the call ended. He looked at me. “You’re loyal.” He stepped closer. “But loyalty,” he continued, “is a weakness.”