Page 115 of Mafia Target


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“No, I mean Giulio. Come and look.”

“It has to be old. Or a mistake.” I hurried over to her monitors.

“It’s no mistake.” She pointed to a chat message. “This is the space on the dark web where jobs are posted. I rarely go here, because people usually come to us. See, there he is.”

I could see it, as plain as day. Someone had offered a million euros to kill Giulio. “Accept. Tell them I will do it, just to get it down.”

“It’s already been accepted. Last week. See this reply here?”

“Minchia!” I kicked her trash bin.

“Hey! Do not break my stuff.”

Last week. There was no time to lose. “Can we see who posted or accepted the request?”

“I don’t know who posted it, but let me see if I can do some digging on the responder.” The keys on her keyboard clacked. “I feel like I recognize the user.”

“Just message the account. Tell them I will offer them double not to complete the job. And I want to know who hired them.”

“I can ask, but they might not answer right away.”

“Do it.” I grabbed my phone and dialed the first person I thought might have put a hit out on Giulio.

Vito D’Agostino answered on the second ring. “Pronto.”

“I need to speak with your brother.”

“You have him, Alessandro Ricci.” This was Don D’Agostino. “And I thought we agreed last time we spoke to pretend we didn’t know one another.”

“Did you hire another one?”

“Cosa?”

“Another one, after me. For Giulio.” I didn’t want to say it over the phone.

“No.”

I stared out the window, unseeing. “No?”

“Do you doubt my word?”

“Of course not.”

“Smart of you. By the way, I heard you made quite the entrance in Siderno. Meeting the in-laws went well, no?”

I could hear Vito snickering in the background. Fucking mafioso.

I hung up on them.

I was pacing a few minutes later when Sasha said, “I just got a response. Look!”

On her monitor, I could see him. The assassin was German. He was more than happy to take my money for doing nothing. Even better, he gave up the name of the client.

Don Buscetta, father of Nino Buscetta.

I slapped the wall behind me. That old stronzo. So Buscetta knew that Giulio was responsible for the murder of Nino in Palermo. Then I remembered Giulio had been the only one to remove his mask that night. Did Nino have cameras in his bedroom?

Cazzo. Why hadn’t I checked? Of course that coke fiend had cameras recording him fucking his mistress.

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