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“Hey, Roman. Look at this.” Cesare taps a mark on his hip.
“So what?”
He walks to the side table, sets down his torture instruments, and returns with his camera, then takes a picture of the man’s hip. My brow furrows as he expands the image with his fingertips and holds out the screen.
“A wheel?” I ask.
“The spinning wheel of fate,” Cesare says. “Rosalind has the same one in the same place.”
I shake my head. What is it about secret organizations and tattoos? Admittedly, this one is subtle, but they may as well broadcast their members to the masses.
“Good work.” I clap my brother on the shoulder. “There’s no point continuing this interrogation when we can find the Moirai Group without his help.”
Cesare nods. “What should I do with him?”
I turn toward the door. “He’s your toy. As long as he never leaves this room alive, you can do whatever you want.”
The blowtorch hisses and seconds later, the air fills with the muffled screams and the stench of seared flesh.
“One more chance to save yourself,” I say as I reach the door. “Who is your client?”
He grunts several syllables.
“Samson Capello?” I ask.
He blinks twice.
Of course it isn’t. Samson is dead. I immediately think of Jim Callahan. “Then who? Someone in New Alderney?”
Two blinks.
“Someone outside the state?”
One blink.
My jaw tightens. “New Jersey?”
One blink.
My nostrils flare. “Tommy Galliano?”
One blink.
Fuck it.
“How many targets?”
He blinks three times. I don’t need to ask. I already know he was sent after Benito, Cesare, and me. That slimy motherfucker. First, he takes our mother. Then my meth lab. Now, he’s coming for our lives. And maybe even for Emberly’s.
I raise my gun and shoot him in the chest.
“Hey!” Cesare snaps.
“If he hadn’t tried to bullshit us earlier by identifying his colleagues, then he would have gotten a bullet through the head. Now you get to play with him until he bleeds out.”
I step out into a room where I can get a signal and send Gil a text to check everyone we’ve held for a birthmark or tattoo on their hip.
My lips tighten, and I grind my teeth. Tonight has been non-stop. I’ve only had two chances to check on Emberly. She’s probably awake by now, wondering where the fuck I’ve disappeared.
