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“Go on,” Vincent urges.
I listen intently interested to hear the shit.
“At first he wanted to look into your assets and get you that way. Weaken you all and have your shipping company seized. It didn’t work. I put in the request to make it happen and my superiors denied it. I figured either they were more afraid of you or they just wanted to keep out of trouble. So Marc found another way when we stumbled upon the knowledge that you had business with Lawrence and Stephanou’s company. When Marc realized you had no idea who you were truly working for he used it to his advantage. The first part of the plan was to bring down Stephanou’s empire at your hand. You’re doing. All you. Make him mad enough to come back to Chicago and entice him with enough money to take you all out. Having lost everything made him agree to the money to wipe you out. Take control of what you have but most of all destroy the leading Giordano line. Your father and your brothers. Assassinate you. Instigate a blood war amongst you with a man who can get the job done. That is where we’re at now.”
He’s right that is where we’re at now. Fucking right.
There is however the matter of the enabler. The rat, our rat. None of this would have been possible if they hadn’t made it so.
Who are they?
Who are they really?
“One of our guys is working with them,” I point out. “Who is it?”
Agent Grant looks to me and shakes his head. “I don’t know. I have no idea. They have a lot of people working with them. I don’t know more than what I was told to do. We met at the meeting place and I did what I was told to do.”
“You mean what you were paid to do,” I snap because he’s making it sound like he was forced.
“I got in way over my head. I didn’t know what I was signing up for,” he stutters.
I’m not the one to tell that. I don’t accept shit. A person will always say bull shit like that when it goes wrong and act like they didn’t know what they were doing was all wrong to begin with.
“Where did you people meet?” Vincent snarls. “Tell me right the fuck now!”
“It’s an underground facility. I don’t know how to get there. I was taken by blindfold. It looked like it was underground, like the sewers. I don’t know anything else. That’s where they meet.”
“Who is they?” I demand. “Who, who did you see there?”
“The three Fontaine brothers and Stephanou Portalou. There were some other guys. It’s a whole operation. It looks like they have government ties. There’s no way such a facility and set up can exist like theirs without it. The place was big and had computers and everything, set up like our offices at the bureau, but looked more like an old factory.”
Well we were already well versed in them having ties to the government. The underground facility explains why we can’t find shit.. Where is it though?
“How did you get there?” I ask.
“I met a limo at the civic center and then I’d get transported there with a bag over my head,” he answers.
“How long did it take you? You must have an idea of that.” Vincent balks. “Give me an idea of time.”
“We met at different times in the day. I have no idea on specifics.” Agent Grant mumbles. “I think maybe it was over an hour, probably close to ninety minutes.”
Fuck. That could be anywhere. One hour to ninety minutes’ drive depending on what time you’re driving could be anywhere. It could be out of Chicago, It could be in Chicago and the fucking underground is massive.
“What else is there?” Vincent holds the gun out and pulls the trigger back.
“I don’t know anything else. Please… I don’t know.”
Vincent’s hands shake. “You see me I’m a mobster, I’m a bad person, straight up. It’s kill or be killed for me. You… are the worse kind of person. The kind people trust to do the right thing. You take an oath of such. You’re supposed to be good and do your job. Men like me are the kind that would do a thing like what you did. Take payment to be a fucking crook. Not men like you. I will kill you like the criminal you are.”
Agent Grant’s eyes go wide. “Please no—”
Bang, bang. Bang!
That’s all I hear. I hear then I see Agent Grants body crumple to the ground, blood spraying from his head.
All three rounds of bullets went straight to his head. Same spot.
Blood pools on the ground and Vincent drops his hand to his side and walks out.
